Rea på Systemet Chords by Stanley Holmer

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The day it was a riot on [A] the city's system,
Things happened on the streets and on [D] the streets.
They ran over each other, they tore [G] and they tore,
Some [D] were so happy, [A] but some were [D] sad.
_ And the queues rang [A] around three quarters,
[G] And if you looked back, [E] there were [A] only more.
[D] For everyone would get a real [G] pension,
The day the [A] system had [D] realization. _
Yes, there were people of all [A] kinds,
Social groups were to be found [D] today.
Among all the heights, the air was not to be seen,
[G] The police stood, for today [D] they were all [A] on the same [D] level.
[G] And the police [D] waved [A] with right and left arm,
But [D] only to come [E] a little further.
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_ [D] For everyone would get a real [G] pension,
The day [D] the system had realization. _
And the butter was rotten and the milk [A] was sour,
For the mayor had come so far [D] on the way,
And the train stood still, for Stinsen [G] was gone.
You had seen [D] him run against [A] the system with a sack.
[G] And from the old [D] age home, the old men [A] tripped so easily,
Yes, today [D] they needed [E] my truth.
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[D] For everyone would get [Bm] a real [G] pension,
The day the [A] system had [D] realization. _
From the hospital came [Bm] people who stood [A] up,
Yes, there came a guy who had just [D] been discharged.
It was after him a yellow [G]-colored wreath,
And there [D] came the surgeon with a blind arm in his hand.
[G] There stood a [D] haughty woman who was full of grace,
But really saw how she fought [E] and clenched her fist.
_ [D] For everyone would get a real [G] pension,
The day the system [A] had [D] realization. _
A bus on the road came [A] scrambling forward,
And the farmer wondered what was [D] happening in the city,
But when he got to know what was going [G] to happen,
He forgot [D] that he had an important matter.
_ [G] He forgot [D] that he was going to the farm with his son,
That day he became anonymous, [E] for the surgeon, you should believe.
For [D] everyone would get a real [G] pension,
The day the system [A] had realization.
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And even the priest, he stood [A] there so fine,
For the night he would have four [D] boxes of wine.
Yes, this day in history [G] goes on the system,
[D] But never again will it be pruned.
_ [G] Yes, I just have to [D] complain, and I say it,
That it was the son-in-law's fault [E] that you were not [A] there.
For [D] then you would have gotten [E] a real [G] pension,
The day the system [A] had [D] realization.
Yes, [G] I just have to complain, [A] and I say [D] it,
That [G] it is the son-in [D]-law's fault that [A] it is not true.
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