Cifras
Look Through My Window

Tono: D

Introducción:

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 Am               D                               G       G7  C  G 
I used to live in new york city.
 Am                 Dm                                 G       G7  C  G 
Everything there was dark and dirty.
 Am                 F                       G             G7  Eb  G 
Outside my window was a steeple,
 Am                               Fm                                 G           G7  G  G7 
With a clock that always said twelve-thirty.
 C                                                         G 
Young girls are coming to the canyon,
 F                   Fm                                           G           G7 
And in the mornings i can see them walking.
 C                                             G 
I can no longer keep my blinds drawn,
 F                     Fm                             C 
And i can't keep myself from talking.
 Am                     D                                     G             G7  C  G 
At first, so strange, to feel so friendly.
 Am                   Dm                                 G                 G7  C  G 
To say good morning and really mean it.
 Am                       F                                 G       F  Eb  G 
To feel these changes happening in me,
 Am                 Fm                       G                 G7  G  G7 
But not to notice till i feel it.
 C                                                         G 
Young girls are coming to the canyon,
 F                   Fm                                           G           G7 
And in the mornings i can see them walking.
 C                                             G 
I can no longer keep my blinds drawn,
 F                     Fm                             C 
And i can't keep myself from talking.
 Am         D                               G               G7  C  G 
Cloudy waters cast no reflection.
 Am               Dm                             G           G7  C  G 
Images of beauty lie there stagnant.
 Am                 F                       G               F  Eb  G 
Vibrations bounce in no direction,
 Am                       Fm                         G               G7  G  G7 
And lie there shattered into fragments.
 C                                                         G 
Young girls are coming to the canyon,
 F                   Fm                                           G           G7 
And in the mornings i can see them walking.
 C                                             G 
I can no longer keep my blinds drawn,
 F                     Fm                             C 
And i can't keep myself from talking.