Tom: A
Introdução: A Dm A
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It's coming through a hole in the air
A D A
From those nights in Tiananmen Square
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It's coming from the feel that this ain't exactly real
A
Or it's real, but it ain't exactly there
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From the wars against disorder
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From the sirens night and day
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From the fires of the homeless
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From the ashes of the gay
E D A
Democracy is coming to the USA
A D A
It's coming through a crack in the wall
A D A
On a visionary flood of alcohol
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From the staggering account of the Sermon on the Mount
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Which I don't pretend to understand at all
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It's coming from the silence on the dock of the bay
C# F#m
From the brave, the bold, the battered heart of Chevrolet
E D A
Democracy is coming to the USA
A D A
It's coming from the sorrow in the street
A D A
The holy places where the races meet
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From the homicidal bitchin'
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That goes down in every kitchen
A
To determine who will serve and who will eat
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From the wells of disappointment
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Where the women kneel to pray
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For the grace of God in the desert here
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And the desert far away
E D A
Democracy is coming to the USA
E D
Sail on, sail on
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O mighty ship of state
E
To the shores of need
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Past the reefs of greed
A
Through the squalls of hate
Bm E DA
Sail on, sail on, sail on
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It's coming to America first
A D A
The cradle of the best, of the worst
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It's here they've got the range
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And the machinery for change
A
And it's here they've got the spiritual thirst
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It's here the family's broken
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And it's here the lonely say
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That the heart has got to open
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In a fundamental way
E D A
Democracy is coming to the USA
A D A
It's coming from the women and the men
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Oh baby, we'll be making love again
D
We'll be going down so deep
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That the river's going to weep
A
And the mountain's gonna shout "Amen"
C# F#m
It's coming like the tidal flood beneath the lunar sway
C# F#m
Imperial, mysterious, in amorous array
E D A
Democracy is coming to the USA
E D
Sail on, sail on
A
O mighty ship of state
E
To the shores of need
D
Past the reefs of greed
A
Through the squalls of hate
Bm E DA
Sail on, sail on, sail on
A D A
I'm sentimental, if you know what I mean
A D A
Oh, I love the country, but I can't stand the scene
D Dm
And I'm neither left or right, I'm just staying home tonight
A
Getting lost in that hopeless little screen
C# F#m
But I'm stubborn as those garbage bags that time cannot decay
C# F#m
I'm junk, but I'm still holding up this little wild bouquet
E D A
Democracy is coming to, to the USA
D A
To the USA
D A
To the USA
D A
To the USA