A B E F#mA B D [Chorus]A E F#m A E C#m Fifty-two bricks stared me dead in the faceA E F#m A E C#m While this anvil hung, hung over my head patiently waiting [Verse]A Bm There's nothing left for us in Denver tonightD E Let's finish up the drive and scrape up the rest of our livesA Bm Feeling nauseous at the thought of trying to rebuildD E But it's all that we know and there's a debt to kill [Chorus]A E F#m A E C#m Fifty-two bricks stared me dead in the faceA E F#m A E C#m While this anvil hung, hung over my head patiently waiting [Otro]A Bm D E So much encouragement leaves us thinking we could be the onesA Bm D So much encouragement leaves us thinkingA D A Us thinking We could be the ones
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