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Don McLean - The Pride Parade
Chorded by GWiZ ([email protected]).
I haven't put the chords in the exactly correct line so it might be a bit harder for at
to place them all but the chords should be pretty accurate. I might indent the chords
if I find the time to do it.
Capo 2
It started out quite simply as complex things can do;
A set of sad transparencies 'til no one could see through
But least of all the one inside behind the iron glass;
A prisonor of all your dreams that never come to pass.
Alone you stand corrupted by the vision that you sought
And blinded by your hunger all your apetites are bought
But in spite of what becomes of you your image will remain;
A reminder of your constant loss a symbol of your gain.
CHORUS:
And your friends are together
Where the people are all gathered
All along the road you travelled all your days.
And soon you have succumbed to what the others all believe
And though the lie affects them still it's you that they decieve
And all at once you're lost within the emptieness of you
And there's no one left who's near enough to tell you what to do.
You're left with nothing but your self-potential in the dark
Like tinder resting on a rock protected from the spark
But your fire just consumes you you alone can feel the pain
And you stand in all your glory and you know you can't complain.
CHORUS
But you are surely just as evil as the worst my tongue can tell
For you'll never face my heaven and I'll not endure your hell.
You have lost your chance to mingle with your constant quiet lies;
Deceptions hidden with your lips but spoken with your eyes.
For I know you for what you are not for that's really all you are.
And your talents of a minor order seem to stretch too far.
And we both know that this masquerade can't carry on too long.
You're deep inside the Pride Parade but where do you belong?
CHORUS
(moins de barrés)