Dm7 G D
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|Dm7/ G D |Dm7/ G D |Dm7/ G D |Dm7/ G D |
The troops of love are pulling out |F / G / |D / / / |
You can see it from the air |F / G / |D / / / |
A slow retreat you couldn't call a rout |F / G / |D / / / |
But they're whispering what they used to shout |G / F / |Em7/ Eb/ |G / F / |Em / Eb/ |
And even the stoned have a thoughtful stare |G / F / |Em7/ Eb/ |G / / / |G / / / |
There there there there |Dm7/Cm7/ |Dm7/Cm7/ |
It's all over |Gm / / / | / / / / |
The children of the dream are coming home |Am7/ / / |Bb(flat5)/ / / |Dm7 / G D |
|Dm7/ G D |Dm7/ G D |Dm7/ G D |
You'll have to run in special lines |Bb / / / |F / / / |
To call the next of kin |A / / / |Eb / / / |
Get the blankets off the trucks |Bb / / / |F / / / |
Hang the plasma bottles on the hooks |A / / / |Eb / / / |
The revolution's coming in |Dm7/ G D |
|Dm7/ G D |Dm7/ G D |Dm7/ G D |
The troops of love are falling back |F / G / |D / / / |
From the high ground to the plain |F / G / |D / / / |
And a loaf of bread in a polythene sack |F / G / |D / / / |
Costs a whole dime bag of uncut smack |F / G / |D / / / |
And many a coaster gapes with the pain |G / F / |Em7/ Eb/ |G / F / |Em / Eb/ |
Of needle-tracks into every vein |G / F / |Em7/ Eb/ |G / / / |G / / / |
When that faithful nail reaches breaking strain |G / F / |Em7/ Eb/ |G / F / |Em / Eb/ |
The main line is never the same again |G / F / |Em7/ Eb/ |G / / / |G / / / |
There there there there |Dm7/Cm7/ |Dm7/Cm7/ |
It's all over |Gm / / / | / / / / |
The children of the dream are coming home |Am7/ / / |Bb(flat5)/ / / |Dm7 / G D |
|Dm7/ G D |Dm7/ G D |Dm7/ G D |
That big-mouthed dude in the flash duds |Bb / / / |F / / / |
Preached fighting in the streets |A / / / |Eb / / / |
But the crowd of kids held an angel with a knife |Bb / / / |F / / / |
Who carved himself a slice of another guy's life |A / / / |Eb / / / |
And the blooms of blood unfolded from the buds |Bb / / / |F / / / |
And the bad karma came down in sheets |A / / / |Eb / / / |
And the troops of love got wise, they were paying |Bb / / / |F / / / |
Too much for their seats |A / / / |Eb / / / |Dm7/ G D |
|Dm7/ G D |Dm7/ G D |Dm7/ G D |
The troops of love are pulling out |F / G / |D / / / |
You can see it from the air |F / G / |D / / / |
A slow retreat you couldn't call a rout |F / G / |D / / / |
But they're whispering what they used to shout |F / G / |D / / / |
And even the stoned have a thoughtful stare |G / F / |Em7/ Eb/ |G / F / |Em / Eb/ |
And they all wear blood-knots in their hair |G / F / |Em7/ Eb/ |G / / / |G / / / |
There there there there |Dm7/Cm7/ |Dm7/Cm7/ |
It's all over |Gm / / / | / / / / |
The children of the dream are coming home |Am7/ / / |Bb(flat5)/ / / |Dm7 / G D |
|Dm7/ G D |Dm7/ G D | / ||
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