The Funeral: accordi di
Chris Difford
Chris Difford

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Tonalità: F major
Verse 1
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We don't mind the smell
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and we're used to all the rats,
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so damp that I just can't sleep.
It's like heaven and hell with
the whites and the blacks
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and the trash just stays in the street.
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In our neighbourhood
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we don't care for the rich
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and our councillor, he's the son of a
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A time to stand and reach much higher
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He was ten and I was almost eight
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He called my friend a dirty liar
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We put our footprints upon his grave
The middle class kid
walked with his nose up high
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He was clean with his curly hair
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Well, we cut his lip and he started to cry
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His blood dripped everywhere
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In our neighbourhood
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no one leads a gang
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We're the sort of boys
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you won't understand
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A time to stand and reach much higher
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He was ten and I was almost eight
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He called my friend a dirty liar
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We put his footprints on his grave
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But we dragged him down
to where the river
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Meets the smelly drains in the wall
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Well, he made no sound as we tied his feet
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and he looks so sad and small
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In our neighborhood when it's
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late late at night.
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You think it's a cat when a baby

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