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  Am                             F                                    C  
I review my past through wicked windows framed in silver  
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                                  C  
and hung in toughened glass, upon my face around and over  
F            C      F                C            G  
Now and then: memories of men who loved me.  
     F        E                F                             Dm  
             C  
No stolen kiss - could match their march on hot coals for me.  
 
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  Am                             F                                 C  
I have walked a line both faint and narrow hard to follow,  
Am                                            F                         C  
caught up in circumstance, harsh truth for history to mellow.  
F                C       Dm              C     G  
Through my eyes: loyalties and obligation  
F      E      F                   Dm     C  
magnified: Obedience the better fellow.  
 
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Am                                G                    D  
Better not remember me. Don't miss my passing  
Am                         G                D  
Fierce winter fails to ruffle my icy sleep.  
Am                            G               D  
We never quite vanish. No wet soft surrender.  
Am                    G                     D  
Still waiting: bad blood running in close families.  
Dm               F              C  
I laughed like any child - although you might find that strange  
       Dm                                   A  
and Christmas was my favourite holiday.  
Dm                                    A  
Christmas was my favourite holiday.  
 
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  Am                   F                                             C  
I am not alone, in seeing the world through wicked windows,  
         Am                         F                             C  
while others hide likewise, behind this vunerable squinting.  
     F       C            F                C           G  
It's in the stare: It's in the silent scrutinizing.  
F            E        F                Dm   C  
Strip you bare: I offer you no more disguising.  
 
Am                                G                    D  
Better not remember me. Don't miss my passing  
Am                         G                D  
Fierce winter fials to ruffle my icy sleep.  
Am                            G               D  
We never quite vanish. No wet soft surrender.  
Am                    G                     D  
Still waiting: bad blood running in close families.  
 
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