Domingo

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[Verse 1]
F                        D
 It turned and it called
C                      F        D
 A new spell was breathing, through the towns
  G                                 C
 Down the roadsides unveiled in streetlights,
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 across the sea
        F    D   C                     D
 On island tides, our dreams need no keepers,
              F    D
 they too can call
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 Summon shipyard bays, from the blackened sand
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 Iron rigging raise
  D                    C
 Those voices cried with me
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 For the sails and their silence abandoned in reams
D                C          F
 White on the sea, sea, sea


[Chorus]
F                   D              G  C
 Well don’t say I'm a troubled man
            F       G  C  F
 Your lies are late
   D            G            C     F  G  C
 They stole from me my little life
              F                   D
 And left me lying in those same waters
       C               F   D
 for which I used to write


[Verse 2]
F         D                   C
 Do you speak of their names?
                  D                       F
 Now whispers on water, I'm with them now
                   G                C
 Drifting slowly away on Atlantic blue
               D         F
 Down the shipping lanes
                      D              C
 And though these islands are towers
F               D                  C
 In Paris I'm dreaming of months below
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 her velvet nights
         C                   F                    D
 And wandering girls,  green in an absinthe glow
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 Would they lie with me?
      C                   F                     D
 On the sails in the silence abandoned in reams
C     F        D            C
 Far from the sea, sea, sea


[Chorus]

F                   D              G  C
 Well don’t say I'm a troubled man
            F       G  C  F
 Your lies are late
   D            G            C     F  G  C
 They stole from me my little life
              F                   D
 And left me lying in those same waters
       C               F   D
 for which I used to write


[Outro]
C                  F            D         C
 They weren’t the same as the photographs
         F                     D       C
 But if you saw them I hope you’d call
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