Cifras
From The Rooftops

Tom: D

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                                          Dm                            A  
I see the city from my roof
A#                      A                                         Dm  
Scrape the sky and piss the moon.
                             A                                         A#  
I toss a brick and hit a bottle.
A                         Dm                                         A  
I used to have such a fiery soul
A#                    A                                            Dm  
Now it's full of cigarette holes.
                             A                                         A#    A  
But scars tell better stories.
Gm                                                              Dm  
You're just copper under water
                Gm  
Your hope is just a dream
                        A  
Till you mix truth and purity.
Gm                                                 Dm  
What a hell of a hangover
                             Gm  
You won't find me under ground.
                     A  
On the rooftops I'll be found.
Dm                                                         A  
Well I'll spit on your fuse
A#                              A                                 Dm  
And twist you out under my shoe
                        A                                              A#  
Yeah go ahead and knock it down, child
A  
It's nothing new.
                             Dm                                              A  
I'll just watch the buildings burn
A#                      A                                                                 Dm  
So wake me up when you've freed the earth.
          A                                              A#  
You say I've sold my values
                                        A                              Dm  
Yeah, but you paid for the view.
Gm                                                              Dm  
You're just copper under water
                Gm  
Your hope is just a dream
                        A  
Till you mix truth and purity.
Gm                                                 Dm  
What a hell of a hangover
                             Gm  
You won't find me under ground.
                     A  
On the rooftops I'll be found.
                             Dm                            A  
I see the city from my roof
A#                                    A                                              Dm  
Like a foreign land from a family room
          A                            A#                 A  
Oh, how I once detested it's abuse.
                          Dm                                              A  
Now the lights all look like stars
A#                            A                            Dm  
And there's solice from afar.
                          A                                              A#  
I toss a smoke and watch it tumble
                          A                                              Dm  
Into the whisper of passing cars.
Well on the rooftops I'll be found.