Cifras
Invisible City

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Looking back at the crash site,
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I don't see me by the road side.
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Well this heart is on wheels tonight,
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Straight through the ghettos and without lights.
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Now every heart has a blind side,
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Where he learns how to improvise.
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Well this place is a whorehouse tonight,
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Cheaper lovers make expensive wives--
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But all of these horses
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that you chase around,
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In the end they are the ones
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that always bring you   down.
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This invisible city,
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Where no one sees nothing.
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Where touching faces--In the dark.
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Feeling pretty is so hard.
(Solo)
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Now all of these voices,
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And all of these noises.
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With all of their illusions of choices,
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They've come to my door with one dozen roses.
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The imitation of good thief,
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Is how you stumble upon hate.
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It may of been the first of mistakes,
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When we held on to listening that opened the gates--
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But all of these horses
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  that you chase around,
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In the end they are the ones
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  that always bring you   down.
 E                           A2 
This invisible city,
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Where no one sees nothing.
 E                                         G# 
Where touching faces--In the dark.
 C#m             C#m7                   A 
Feeling pretty is so hard.
(Solo)
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Now I try not to tell lies,
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But there's pressures from inside.
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So I've learned how to compromise,
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Good people for alibis
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But all of these horses
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  that you chase around,
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In the end they are the ones
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  that always bring you   down.
 E                           A2 
This invisible city,
 E                       A2 
Where no one sees nothing.
 E                                         G# 
Where touching faces--In the dark.
 C#m             C#m7                   A 
Feeling pretty is so hard.