Chords for Sam Roberts Band - "Where Have All The Good People Gone?" - We Were Born In a Flame

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[A] _ [Em] Oh, the [A] menu if you wait, it's got a little sour.
[Em] The [F#m] leaves [A] shine in the flower.
[D] First, the [A] way.
_ I've been sitting, I've been waiting for his line.
Inhuman beings, taking [D] up all of my [E] time.
Want to leave, but I got to stay.
And I'm wondering [F#m] more every day.
I'm marching out [A] to Hong Kong.
Where have all the good [E] people gone?
Grab a gun, put them on the shoulder.
Two K-Cops, they pull me [A] over.
Thank [F#m] God, they [A] found me alone.
Where have [F#m] all the good [G] people gone?
[D] _ _ [A] _ [Em] I [F#m] haven't met a [A] friend in a long, long while.
[Em] They [F#m] don't check my [A] hair for me.
[D] They check my [A] style.
[Em] The [F#m] modern [A] world is a local world.
[C] And [F#m] all I [A] need are,
[D] _ [E] ChocoCats.
Want to leave, but I got to stay.
And I'm wondering [A] more every day.
I'm marching out to Hong [A] Kong.
Where have all the good [E] people gone?
Grab a gun, put them on the shoulder.
Two K-Cops, they pull me [A] over.
Thank God, they found me alone.
Where have all the good [G] people [D] gone? _
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And it's not worth the pain.
We are just trying to win.
[Em] We are stealing from ourselves.
We are feeding our minds.
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We were born this way.
We need a cool breeze in the summer.
And [Em] we are stealing from ourselves.
We are feeding our minds.
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[A] Come on, come on, come on, [D] people, come on.
[A] Come on, come on, come on, [D] people, come on.
[A] _ Oh, the Milky Way.
It's [G] yellow and [A] sour.
The leaves are drying the flowers.
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[E] Away!
Want to leave, but I got to stay.
_ I'm wondering more [A] every day.
I'm marching out to Hong Kong.
Where have all the good [E] people gone?
Grab a gun, put them on the [Bm] shoulder.
[E] Two K-Cops, they pull me [A] over.
Thank God, they found me alone.
Where have all the good [E] people gone?
Want to leave, but I got to stay.
I'm wondering more [A] every day.
I'm marching out to Hong Kong.
Where have all the good [E] people gone?
Grab a gun, put them on the shoulder.
Two K-Cops, they pull me [A] over.
Time's [F#m] up and I'm [A] running loud.
Where have all the good [G] people gone?
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