Town Called Malice

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F#m
Better stop dreaming of the quiet 
life -
Em
cos it's the one we'll never know
F#m
And quit running for that runaway 
bus -
Em
cos those rosey days are few
      G                       
And - stop apologising for the 
 F#m
things you've never done,
A
Cos time is short and life is cruel 
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but it's up to us to change
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This town called malice.
F#m
Rows and rows of disused milk floats
Em
stand dying in the dairy yard
F#m
And a hundred lonely housewives 
clutch
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Em
empty milk bottles to their hearts
G                                 
Hanging out their old love letters
F#m
 on the line to dry
A
It's enough to make you stop 
believing when tears come
fast and furious
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In a town called malice.
F#m Em F#m Em
Papapapa parapa
G                         F#m
Struggle after struggle - year after
 year
A
The atmosphere's a fine blend of ice
 -

I'm almost stone cold dead
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In a town called malice.
C#                      C B
A whole street's belief in Sunday's 
roast beef
C#m                     Bm
gets dashed against the Co-op
A
To either cut down on beer or the 
kids new gear
It's a big decision in a town called
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 malice.
F#m                          Em
The ghost of a steam train - echoes 
down my track
F#m
It's at the moment bound for nowhere
 -
Em
just going round and round
G
Playground kids and creaking swings 
-
F#m
lost laughter in the breeze
I could go on for hours and I 
probably will -
but I'd sooner put some joy back
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In this town called malice.