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Intro: D G A (x4) D G A D G A Dreams, inconsistent angel things. Horses bred with star-laced D G A Bm A G wings. But it's so hard to make them fly, fly, fly. D G A D G These wings beat the night sky ?bove the town. One goes up and A D G A Bm A G one goes down. And so the chariot hits the ground, bound, bound. Chorus: Em D G We have forgotten (don't try to make me fly) how it used to be Em D G (I'll stay here, I'll be fine). How it used to be (don't go and Em D let me down), how it used to be (I'm starting to like this town).
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