Cifras
Another Country

Tom: A

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                                                                                 A 
                                        living at the edge of the realm
                                                                           B                   D 
                                              seems quite tempting to me,
                                                               A 
                            far from the concrete and the sodium light
                                                               B                                 D 
                                            and next to the emerald sea.
                                                                   F#m 
                                                teacher's out of the room
                                                                                             B        D 
                                          and the cat's away for a while
                                                             B                                           D 
                        wash out the culture and bring on the style.
                         F#m                             A           B                                 D 
                      there's another country i've heard of long ago 
                                           F#m                                       A         B 
                                          so dear to them that love her 
                                                                                               Dm 
                                          most great to them that know.
                                                                       A 
                                        living at the edge of the realm,
                                                                       B                 D 
                                          doing much more as you please.
                                                                 A 
                              watching the sunset over mallory square
                                             B                                                   D 
                                  and supping on the juice of the keys.
                                                       F#m 
                                  and there's always that nagging sense
                                                                                                 B        D 
                                  that you're not just miles from home
                                                       A 
                                  'cos it might as well be light years,
                                                       B                                                   D 
                      wrapped up in glitter and chilled to the bone.
                           E             B  F#m                 A                                         E 
                      so strange that i'm tempted to go to the edge 
                                                     B       F#m                                       E 
                              so strange, yet like the prodigal i go.
                                                           B         F#m       A                       E 
                        and i'd have fallen had the world been flat,
                                                           B                           F#m 
                                                or did your hand hold on
                                                                     D-  Dm                 A 
                                              and keep me from the fall.
                                                                         A 
                                          chosing to be outside the fold
                                                                 B                                 D 
                                          from kerry to kirkwall skies.
                                                                                           A 
                                                          out on the edge,
                                            trading love and the hearth,
                                                                 B                                 D 
                                            for the thrill and surprise.
                                                                     F#m 
                                              yet i know another country,
                                                                                       B    D 
                                                    that's mapped within,
                                                                                       A 
                                  and it's always time to return there,
                                                                           B                     D 
                                              no matter where i've been.