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Nazareth
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E |------------------------------- B |------------------------------- G |------------------------------- D |--2-4-4/6--6-6-6--6-6-6--6-6-6- A |------------------------------- E |------------------------------- E|--------------------------------- B|--------------------------------- G|--------------------------------- D|-4-6-6-7--7-7-7-6-4-4-6--6-6-6-4- A|--------------------------------- E|--------------------------------- E|---------------------------------- B|---------------------------------- G|---------------------------------- D|6-6-7--7-7-7-6-4-4-6--6-6-6-4-2-2- A|---------------------------------- E|---------------------------------- -----------------------| -----------------------| -----------------------| 4--4-4-4--4-4-4--4-4-4-| ---2-2-2--2-2-2--2-2-2-| -----------------------|E Look at youE You're the son of the neighborhood straysE You can walk in your prison for daysE B But you'll never get anywhereE It's a painE But the shine on the edge of your bladeE Couldn't give all the waiting awayE B You were recognized everywhereA Turn awayA You are not just ashamed of yourselfA You're a part of the scenery,damned to hellE Can't you seeE We are not going to play at your gamesE We are not going to ask you for namesE B Or for some of your historyE Did you knowE That your father said it's all wrongContinues after the adE Just to keep it going alongE B It's a part of our mysteryA It's our job, you seeE You'll agreeE There is no point in letting you goE We can wait till the end of the showE B Till the audience fades awayA Turn aroundA You can laugh at the mess in your roomA It's a nightmare that never can end for youE Can't you seeE We are not going to play at your gamesE We are not going to ask you for namesE B Or for part of your historyE Did you knowE That your father said it's all wrongE Just to keep it going alongE B It's a part of our mysteryA It's our job you seeE You'll agreeE There is no point in letting you goE We can wait till the end of the showE B Till the audience fades awayA Turn aroundA You can laugh at the mess in your roomA It's a nightmare that never can end for youE Can't you seeE We are not going to play at your gamesE We are not going to ask you for namesE B Or for part of your historyE Did you knowE That your father said it's all wrongE Just to keep it going alongE B It's a part of our mystery.
Composition: Manny Charlton, Dan McCafferty, Darrell Sweet, Peter Agnew, and Billy Rankin
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