Eleven Years

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Eleven Years / New Model Army (Impurity)

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[Intro]
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[Verse 1]
F                              
Stevie said now don't look round 
           G
they're watching us
     F                         
Two girls in the corner of that 
 G
dodgy club
        F                        
And the grey eyes, the storm that 
      G
I've come to know and wish for
F
Before I caught a breath
              G
Well she was standing there
   F                             
We walked the streets of our town 
      G
just talking
        F                          
And the dawn broke grey and 
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freezing through the deserted blocks
     F                          
Just when your life is stale and 
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there's reason there for everything
F                            
Something comes to kick you up 
  G
inside


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[Chorus]
 Dm          C            G
Eleven sweet years and no nearer 
home
  Dm                C             
A hundred thousands miles through 
     G
this battle zone
      Dm          C    G         
Still high on the wire above the 
       G
hollow darkness
       F           F
Trying not to look down...


[Verse 2]
No Rest for the wicked is still how 
it goes
Twisted up and turning my bed alone
And separation pains like a blunted 
amputation
Pushing endless coms in the 
telephone

[Chorus]
Eleven sweet years and no nearer 
home...

[Special]
   Bb
So rest
C                       Bb
 In these open arms and cry
C                        Bb
 Until they come for you and tell
Dm                                
 And tell me everything that 
  C
you've ever felt
C                       G
 Tell me everything you want to see

[Bridge]
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[Verse 3]
Forever running even when we are 
standing still
Driven on and fired up as the 
whirlwinds blow
And shouting out inside
I'm proud of you, I'm proud of you
Ten thousand footsteps echo down the
 Brixton Road

[Chorus]
Eleven sweet years and no nearer 
home...

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