Chords for Dracula, the Musical on Broadway: Fresh Blood

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_ _ [F#m] _ I _
_ [D#] told you this [G#] man belongs to me.
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_ [F#m] _ Take your [C#m] bundle and leave me.
[F#m] _ There is work [C#m] to be done.
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_ _ [C#m] This _ _
_ [D#] _ is _ [G#] _
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_ [C#] mother's song. _
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_ [C#] O children of the night, those who hide [G#] themselves from light cannot hear their [C#m] secret music.
_ I am the master of the boyar.
I summoned them [G#] from near and far to make [C#m] intoxicating music.
[F#m] But it's time [C#m] now to pay them.
_ [F#m] I must follow [C#m] my plan.
[F#m] I shall have [C#m] to bury them.
[D#] I need [G#] pastures new.
What I'm needing [A#m] is fresh blood [C] to revive me.
[A#m] Fresh blood [Em] in my veins.
[A#m] No one [C] will survive me [Cm] in those [G#] dark _ [C#m] souls.
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[C#m] _ When I breathe your English air, I'll be a stranger everywhere.
No one will recognize my features.
_ I'll go out hunting all night long, just one more pale face in the throng, turning them all into my creatures.
[F#m] Hear the people of [C#m]
Tirmidhi.
[F#m] Their [C#m] defenses are strong.
[F#m] They refuse to come [C#m] near me.
[D#] I need [G#] pastures new.
What I'm [A#m] needing is fresh blood [C] on my pillow.
_ [A#m] _ Don't call [Em] it a sin.
_ [A#m] _ A minute, [C] peccatillo.
_ Oh, [G#] just in the [C#m] skin, you and your mina will live _ forever.
[F#m] You'll do my bidding. _
[D#] You will taste [G#m] the terror [G#] _ in [C#m] the _ _ streets. _ _
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[Dm] Blood's a meager sacrifice, a most [A] reasonable price for all the richness I [D] am giving. _ _
[Dm] We are the children of the night and we must hide [A] ourselves from light, but we may [Dm] feast upon the living. _
[Gm] We can take our [Dm] slow pressures.
[Gm] _
We won't run [Dm] out of time.
[Gm] In [Dm] exhaustible treasures, _
[E] _ London's full of [A] them.
I can sense [Bm] it.
Fresh blood to [C#m] restore me.
[Bm] Wild nights, [Fm] wild days. _
[Bm] Fresh blood [C#] waiting for me.
[C#m] _ Countless [A] _ _ _
[Bm] requiems.
Fresh blood [C#m] running through me.
[Bm] Oil-filled [Fm] London dry. _
[Bm] Fresh blood will [C#m] renew me and I shall [A] _ never [D] die. _ _ _ _
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