Forty Days

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Forty Days
Streetlight Manifesto

Intro

Am G x3

C E

Am G x3

C E

Am G x3

C E

Trombone Solo

F E C Am

F E Am G

F E C Dm

F E Am G

Am G

Am G Am

Verse

Am                  G
And it's been forty days

Am               G
I've tried forty ways

Am                                   G
You will never quite leave your sins behind

Am                           G
They'll haunt you, taunt you 'til the day you die


Am                    G
You will never really go

Am                              G
You'll just think about it much but you'll need to know 

Am                  G
How the story ends, so you'll sit around, 

Am                     G
Even though you should just go

Am                G
Tell your friends what you have heard, 

Am                     G
Show them all the lies unlearned

                    Am                                      G
And when you really go, you will really know you were never meant for earth

Am 
What's it worth?

G                          Am                   G
If we're going to break it down with any logic, it's absurd

Am      C       G

Trombone Solo

Am      G       Am        G

Am      G       Am

Chorus

F       E      C           Am
And no matter where we go, we are not alone

F                E                 Am   G
When the silence turns to cries of "Wh---y?"

F             E         C       Dm
What a way to begin: we inherit sin

F                     E                           Am 
And nobody's going to quench your thirst when the well runs dry 

G          Am
(Well runs dry)

G                               Am          G        Am
And nobody's going to hold your hand on the day you die

Horn Breakdown

Am    G     Am     

G     Am    G
 
C     E

Verse

Am          G            Am           G
I've tasted seven sins, so they won't let me in

Am                   G                Am          G
I knock knock knock until my knuckles are bruised and raw

Am                  G             Am             G
Stuck in the middle with my blood in a puddle on the floor

Am      G         Am     G
We made our beds, we'll judge ourselves

Am                      G                 Am           G
And only then and there will we disappear to our final resting place

Am     G
What a waste!

Am                    G
So many decent people at the gates

Am      C       G

Trombone Solo

Am      G       Am        G

Am      G       Am

Chorus

F       E      C           Am
And no matter where we go, we are not alone

F                E                 Am   G
When the silence turns to cries of "Wh---y?"

F             E         C       Dm
What a way to begin: we inherit sin

F                     E                           Am 
And nobody's going to quench your thirst when the well runs dry 

G          Am
(Well runs dry)

G                               Am          G        Am
And nobody's going to hold your hand on the day you die

Guitar Solo

Am   G    Am    G

Am   G    C     E  

Am   G    Am    G

Am   G    C     E  

Am   G    Am    G

Am   C    G     Am

G    Am   G     Am

Chorus

F       E      C           Am
And no matter where we go, we are not alone

F                E                 Am   G
When the silence turns to cries of "Wh---y?"

F             E         C       Dm
What a way to begin: we inherit sin

F                     E                           Am 
And nobody's going to quench your thirst when the well runs dry 

G          Am
(Well runs dry)

G                               Am          G       Am   G  E
And nobody's going to hold your hand on the day you di------e
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