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Проигрыш: характерным песне ритмом: F#m,D,F#m,Hm

    F#m         D
     This is a postcard
    F#m                          Hm
     Saying I'm alright in this beautiful city
    F#m          D
     This is a phon call
              F#m                 Hm
     Saying, yes, I am sleeping alone here
      G(III)                      D
     But the telephone lines are cut
   Hm                F#m
     My hands can't hold the paper
      F#m    C      D
     You are on my mind

     Nobody knows your name here,
     Except when the moon is out
     And then they toss in their sleep
     Crying out for you to take them
     But me I cannot sleep,
     I cannot dream,
     My heart is shattered
     You are on my mind

     F#m                                  D
     Once seven colors used to make men blind
          F#m                                   Hm
     And now we are like birds stuck in barbed wire
               F#m,D,F#m,Hm
     Shattered!

     Precise, like sunrise
     A child just like any other
     Made of the bones of the earth
     fragile and deathless
     Yes, I'm alright
     I'm a church,
     And I'm burning down

     You are on my mind

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