Marrakech

        D       Em              Bm      G               Em
They found us in the courtyard at our table in the shade
        D       A               Em              G
We toasted our last few moments and then the end came
        D       Em              Bm      G               Em
They took us back to the airstrip, in a beaten up old car
        D       A               Em              G
And we rattled avross the African scrubland in silence
        E               G       E               G
Our hands locked together in cold steel cuffs
        E                       G
Sometimes I wish it was still that way...

Bridge:         D       A       B2

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Remark: B2 is equivalent to Bm with the little finger not being used.
The complete lyrics you find on the album "Impurity" by NMA.

This song is one of my favorites.
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