Аккорды Ezra Furman - American Soil

[Intro]
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[Verse 1]
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There's something in the water
          B                           F#
Something sick in the blood and the oil

See the white chicken grinning
        B                       F#
See the serpent in a horrible coil

[Pre-Chorus]
           B
Don't be scared by the stares

Of the peasants on the subway car
            F#                     E
Because the way things seem in a dream
            B              F#
Is just the way that they are

[Chorus]
           C#                   B
When I can feel God taking his eyes off you
         G#        B       F#
You were born for American soil
 B     F# B
Oh yes

[Verse 2]
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Every race has its place
      B                             F#
Every nation fights for species survival

I'm a Jew through and through
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And I'm about to write you a Bible

[Pre-Chorus]
           B
Now let me take your hand and show you through

The twisted hallways of the house of song
           F#
We got the magazine wallpaper
        E              B             F#
And the million dollar bills on the lawn

[Chorus]
             C#                  B
Oh and I can feel God taking his eyes off us
        G#        B       F#
We were born for American soil
 B   F#  B       F#
Oh, oh, oh, whoo

[Verse 3]
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You don't have to be clever
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To detect a big American sadness

When the population rules
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Every man has his hand in the madness

[Pre-Chorus]
                B
Well, there's a dead grove of trees

You can visit on the outside of town
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And there's a digital dust
           E        B         F#
Inside the cemetery settling down

[Chorus]
                C#                  B
Whoo, and I can feel God taking his eyes off us
        G#        B       F#
We were born for American soil
B    F# B
  Ahh

[Verse 4]
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Well, now we have seen every baby
       B                           F#
Has to have some kinda mother and father
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But the child's gone wild
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And the pieces got away from the author

[Pre-Chorus]
           B
Well, if freedom isn't free

All the bills must just be lost in the mail
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All the highways are on fire
        E              B           F#
And the serpent is now eating his tail

[Chorus]
           C#                  B
And we can feel God taking his eyes off us
        G#        B       F#
We were born for American soil
  B    F#   B    F# B      F#
Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh,   whoo

[Outro]
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