U2 - Bullet the Blue Sky [Rattle & Hum CD] Chords

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_ _ _ _ _ _ And the firefly, red, orange, gold.
I see the face of fear, one else scattered in the valley [Db] below.
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_ _ I [Db] [Eb] see the _
[B] _ [Eb] _ _ _ _ _ fireflies, _ _ [Ebm] red, [Db] _ _ _ _
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[Db] orange, gold.
[Eb] I see the fireflies, red, orange, gold.
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[Db] _ _ _ [Eb] _ _ _ Yeah, alright, that was you.
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_ _ _ _ [Eb] So this guy comes up to me, _ his face red like a rose on a thorn bush, black all the colors of a royal flush, and he's peeling off those dollar bills, [Abm] slapping them down, [Eb] one hundred, two hundred.
And I can see those fighter planes, I can see those fighter planes, across the mud huts where the [Db] children sleep, [Eb] through the valleys and the quiet city streets.
We take the staircase to the first floor, we turn the key and slowly unlock the door.
A man breathes [Ebm] into a saxophone, [Eb] through the walls we hear [Gb] the city walls.
[Eb] Outside it's [Gb] America, [Ebm] outside it's America.
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_ _ So I'm back in [Gb] my hotel, _ [Abm] in a junk old train, and the love's supreme.
_ [Eb] _ And the next door over [F] here's some woman [Eb] screaming, [Gb] her [Db] lover's turning off, [Eb] turning on the [Ab] television.
_ I can't tell the [Db] difference between ABC [F] News, Hill Street Blues, and a preacher in the old time gospel hour, [Eb] stealing money from the sick and the old.
[Db] _ [Ab] _ _ Well [Bb] the God I believe in isn't short of cash, [Gb] mister.
[Eb] _ _ _ [Ebm] I feel a long way from [Ab] the hills of San [Ebm] Salvador, where the sky is ripped [Db] open [Eb] and the rain pours through a deepened wound, pelting the women and children, pelting the women and children. _
Come on, _ come on, into the arms of _ _ _ _ America.
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