David Bowie - We Are The Dead

we are the dead from diamond dogs

intro : Gm A# F
Gm A# F

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something kind of hit me today , i looked at you and
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wondered if you saw things my way
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people will hold us to blame
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it hit me today , it hit me today
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we’re taking it hard all the time
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why don’t we pass it by , just reply you’ve changed your mind
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we’re fighting with the eyes of the blind
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taking it hard , taking it hard , yet now
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we feel that we are paper , choking on you nightly
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they tell me son , we want you , be elusive , but don’t walk far
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for we’re breaking in the new boys , deceive your next of kin
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for you’re dancing where the dogs decay , defecating ecstasy
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you’re just an ally of the leecher
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locator for the virgin king , but i love you in your fxxk me pumps
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and your nimble dress that trails
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oh , dress yourself , my urchin one , for i hear them on the rails
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because of all we’ve seen , because of all we’ve said
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we are the dead

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one thing kind of touched me today
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i looked at you and counted all the times we had laid
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pressing our love through the night
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knowing it’s right , knowing it’s right
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now i’m hoping some one will care
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living on the breath of a hope to be shared
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trusting on the sons of our love
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that someone will care , someone will care , but now

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we’re today’s scrambled creatures , locked in tomorrow’s double feature
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heaven’s on the pillow , its silence competes with hell
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it’s a twenty four hour service , guaranteed to make you tell
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and the streets are full of press men
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bent on getting hung and buried
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and the legendary curtains are drawn round baby bankrupt
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who sucks you while you’re sleeping
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it’s the theater of financiers
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count them , fifty round a table
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white and dressed to kill
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oh caress yourself , my juicy
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for my hands have all but withered
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oh dress yourself my urchin one , for i hear them on the stairs
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because of all we’ve seen
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because of all we’ve said
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we are the dead
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we are the dead
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we are the dead

outro : Gm A# F