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D Am G There is a place we're going to D Am G It is not green, it is not blue Bm C D I hope that you understand Am Devil was a-dancin' on the old foreshore Am Hittin' up on bright lights and the liquor stores D C D C D C D C Save me, please save me D Am G We've got to prick that bubble in the shopping arcade D Am G Gonna make amends for the things we've said Bm C D I do hope that you understand Am Dirty washing on the line, footsteps in the sand Am Who's going to lead us on to some promised land D C D C Save me Am Devil was a-dancin' on the old foreshore Am Hittin' up on bright lights and the liquor stores D C D C D C D C Ya, tell me, please save me Em C G The land lives longer if we listen to the Earthbeat Em C G Our lives go forward if we listen to our heartspeak Am Dm F C Am Seasons won't falter, stars won't fade away D C D C D C D C D Am G Gonna find myself a place in the country D Am G Wake up and reach out and breathe real air Bm C D Do you know how it feels, clean tissue, no scars Am Dirty washing on the line, footsteps in the sand Am Who's going to lead us on to some kind of promised land D C D C Save me Am Devil was a-dancin' on the old foreshore Am Hittin' up on bright lights and the cut-price liquor stores D C D C D C D C I see... Em C G The land lives longer if we listen to our heartspeak Em C G Our lives go forward if we listen to the Earthbeat Am Dm F C Am Seasons won't falter, stars won't fade away Dm F C Am Fade away Dm F C They won't fade away D C D C D C D C Am G F G Am G F G D C D C D C D C Am G F G Am G F G D End Tableture by Jonathan Hart Oils@total.net