In A Hand Or A Face

         A#              F             C
Ain't it funny how they're all Cleopatra
         A#        F        C
When you gaze into their past
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When you find out about their birth signs
         A#              F            C
You realize there was no need to have asked
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All the history of a soul in torment
   A#          F            C
Ingrained in a hand or a face
         A#                 F               C
Ain't it funny how they all fire the pistol
       A#        F           C
At the wrong end of the race


[Chorus]
Cm
I am going round and round

I am going round and round

I am going round and round
C
I am going round
                      F
Going round and round


[Verse 2]
          A#        F                    C
There's a man going through your dust bin
     A#             F                C
Only this time he's looking for food
          A#          F                      C
There's a tear in his eye, you don't know him
           A#             F             C
Oh but you know what he's going through
         A#             F                      C
Ain't it funny that you can't seem to help him
        A#         F             C
Feeling sick as he staggers away
      A#             F               C
Is it weird that you hate a stranger
      A#         F                C
Can a detail correct your dismay

[Chorus]
Cm
I am going round and round

I am going round and round

I am going round and round
C
I am going round
                      F
Going round and round