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Between The Cracks ukulele

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Hope grows between cracks in the asphault
       Am
In the downtown ghetto streets that contour 
     G                                  F
The government housing intentions of my heart

No one notices the daisies don't care
      Am
About gang related violence
                           G
As long as they get enough air and water and sun
                  F
They're all just fine




Am                                            F
Who would've thought it but life is finding a way
                                                 G
Through this wasteland of cynics, concrete, and pain
           Am
There's a man down here somewhere between
    F
The Saturday cartooons and the dirty magazines
      G
He's raising the dead in the graveyards
      F
Where we've laid down our dreams 
            F
His name is Hope 




F
Hope stands high on the 15th floor
      Am
On a Christmas tree perched about the ledge of a fortress
   G                                             F
of steel that's trying to hard to be somebody's home
                                               Am
As it sees my attention from I-85 though the throws of the day

Were still writhing inside
  G
I lifted my head as I drove home that night and knew
F
Everything was gonna be fine



Am                                            F
Who would've thought it but life is finding a way
                                                 G
Through this wasteland of cynics, concrete, and pain
           Am
There's a man down here not worried or afraid 
           F
That some politician forgot all the promises he made
          G
And he's raising the dead in the graveyards
      F
Where we've laid down our dreams 
             F
His name is Hope



               F
His name is Hope        
                      G
Everybody needs a little         x2
               

               F
His name is Hope        
                      G
Everybody wants a little          x2
       

               F
His name is Hope        
                      G
Everybody needs a little


Am   F   G   F


           Am
There's a man down here not worried or afraid 
           F
That some politician forgot all the promises he made
          G
And he's raising the dead in the graveyards
      F
Where we've laid down our dreams 
             F
His name is Hope



F
Can you hear him outside he's been singing all night
            Am
He's saying when you gonna come out from behind
      G                                      F
These paper thin walls, your cardboard box realities

            
            
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