Cifras
Emptily Through Holloway

Tom: E

Introdução: E    A    B    

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E  
Cancel the car to number ten
A                                         B  
Such a thick fog rolling in
E  
I played my cards on unreal glass
A                                         B  
I left the party next to last
E                                                                                 A         B  
Friday night to Sunday morning, I go on
E                                                                      A                    B  
I don't know if I am really here at all
E                                                                              A                      B  
Monday down to Friday night, I work all day
E                                                                                    A         B  
Move emptily, so emptily through Holloway
E  A  BE  A  B  
Verse
E  
Forget my face, I won't be back
     A                                                         B  
I hear your friends have turned their backs
E  
When summer comes where Rose Street winds
          A                                            B  
The longing makes you close your eyes
Verse
E  
It's unreal, so unreal
        A                                         B  
To walk along these streets
E  
It's unreal, so unreal
        A                                                 B  
To close your eyes and breathe
E                                                                                 A         B  
Friday night to Sunday morning, I go on
E                                                                      A                    B  
I don't know if I am really here at all
E                                                                              A                      B  
Monday down to Friday night, I work all day
E                                                                                    A         B  
Move emptily, so emptily through Holloway
E  A  BE  A  B  
Bridge
E                                                         A                              E  
when I left you at the Coronet this morning
E                                                                                    A      B  
you said that your happiness was gone
E                                                      A                                            E  
but the hum of voices somehow brings me back here
E                                                                                                              A      B  
though there's no happiness and there's no love
Verse
E  
mid-afternoon Lincoln's Inn
A                                      B  
terraces though crying wind
E  
before the night I disappear
A                                      B  
what else can I do round here?
E                                                                                 A         B  
Friday night to Sunday morning, I go on
E                                                                      A                    B  
I don't know if I am really here at all
E                                                                              A                      B  
Monday down to Friday night, I work all day
E                                                                                    A         B  
Move emptily, so emptily through Holloway
Outro
E  A  BE  A  BE