Chords for The Days Of Pearly Spencer / Marc Almond

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A tenement, a dirty [Gm] street, walked and worn by shoeless feet.
[Cm] Inside its lawn, so complete, [Eb] watched by a [Bb] shivering sun.
_ [Cm] Old eyes and a small child's [Gm] face, watching as the shadows race [Cm] through walls and cracks
Leave no [Eb] trace in daylight's [Bb] bright vision.
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[Gm] _ Day in the [Cm] pearly center, _ _ _ _ [Fm] ah, _ _ _
[Gm] _ the races of [Cm] those rough. _ _
_ _ _ Nose pressed hard on frosted glass, [Gm] gazing as the swollen mass
[C] On concrete fields [Cm] where grows no [Eb] grass, [Bb] doubles blindly on.
_ _ [Cm] Iron trees smother the ale [Gm] with their ache.
They stand and stare [Cm] through eyes that neither know nor [Eb] care where the grass [Bb] has gone. _
[Fm] _ _ _ _ [Gm] _ Day in the [Cm] pearly center, _ _ _ _ _ [Fm] ah, _ the [Gm] _ races of [Cm] those rough. _ _ _ _ _
Pearly wares, your milk-white [Gm] skin, what's that stubble on your chin?
[Cm] It's buried in the rock-gut tin, [Eb] you play the rough, [Bb] not one.
_ [Cm] You play the house that can't be [Gm] beat, now look your head's bowed in defeat.
[Cm] You walk too far along the street [Eb] where only rats [Bb] can run.
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[Gm] _ Day in the [Cm] pearly center, _ _ _ _ _ [Fm] ah, _ the [Gm] _ races of [Cm] those rough. _ _
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[Gm] _ Day in the [Cm] pearly center, _ _ _ _ _ [Fm] ah, _ _ _
[Gm] _ the races of [Ab] those rough. _
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_ _ _ _ _ tenement, a dirty street, [Gm] remember worn and shillers feet.
[Cm] Remember how you stood to [Fm] be the way your [Bb] life had gone.
_ _ [F] So pearly tones, you [Cm] shed more [Gm] tears for those best forgotten [Cm] years.
Those tenements are [Fm] memories of where [Bb] you've risen _ from. _
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The days [Cm] of pearly Spencer, _ _ _ _ _ ah, [Eb] _ _
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races [D] of most wild.
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