Chords for Jefferson Airplane - Third Week In The Chelsea

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_ [E] Sometimes I [A] feel like I am leaving [E] life behind.
My [B] hands are [C#m] moving faster, [A] and moving [E] of my mind.
_ _ Thoughts and [A] generations of my dreams, oh [E] yeah I'm born.
I [B] hope that I [C#m] will find them before [A] my moving gets [C#m] too old. _ _ _ _ _
[A] If only [B] I could see [A] the dawning [E] of the dawn.
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_ [E] So we go [A] on moving trying to make this [E] image real.
Straining every [C#m] nerve not knowing [A] what we really [E] feel.
_ _ Straining every [A] nerve and making [E] everybody see.
What they [C#m] read in the Rolling [A] Stones really [C#m] come to me. _ _ _ _ _
[A] And trying [B] to avoid a [A] taste of that [E] reality.
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_ [E] On an early New York [A] morning a mirror [E] in the hall.
Showed to [C#m] me a face [A] I didn't [E] know at all.
_ _ Lines were [A] drawn around a pair of eyes that [E] opened wide.
[B] When I [C#m] looked into the mic [A]
nothing left [C#m] inside. _ _ _ _ _
[A] So I walked [B] into a little [A] room, little black [E]
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_ [E] As dawn light closed [A] around me, oh my head was [E] still in gear.
[B] Thinking [C#m] thoughts of way [A] more, singing [E] loud and clear.
_ _ Trying to [A] reach a friend somewhere and make that [E] person smile.
Maybe pull [C#m] myself away, [A] and battle on [C#m] some miles. _ _ _
[A] That often [B] comes to haunt [A] me in the [E] morning. _
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[G#m] [C#m] All my friends keep telling me [B] it would be a shame.
[F#m] To break up such a grand success, [A] pair of [E] heartache.
[G#m] [C#m] But all I know is what I [B] feel whenever I'm not playing.
[F#m] Emptiness ain't where it's at, [B] neither is feeling pain.
Well [E] now what is [A] gonna happen if [E] anybody's guess.
I [G#m] can't spend [C#] my time [E] with love, [A] I guess [E] I need a rest.
_ _ Time is [A] getting late now and the sun is [E] getting low.
My [B] body's [C#] getting [E] tired, [A] a fear in [C#m] another's low. _ _ _ _
_ [A] And [B] sunshine's waiting for me [A] a little further [E] down the road.
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