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Intro G  Dmaj7  Em  C 
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You took a train to the south side of Boston 
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You showed me where your old man stayed 
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Took 28 years of blood I was lost in 
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To feel loved on my own birthday 
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I always felt like I's in between something 
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Like home and somewhere far away 
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But tonight on the west side in a bar out in Brooklyn 
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I saw tears outline your face 
 

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How lucky are we? 
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It's been a hell of a week, but we're all grown now 
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There's smoke seeping out, of your bloody teeth 
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But you're home somehow 

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I'll be upstairs with the guitar I's given 
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When I was barely fourteen 
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When did McGlinchey's get so damn crowded 
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And why are the crowds so damn green? 
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I lost my mind on the streets of the city 
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Maybe I lost all hope too 
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Took 28 years of blood pumping through me 
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To get to this evening with you 


Em            D 
How lucky are we? 
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It's been a hell of a week, but we're all grown now 
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There's smoke seeping out, of your bloody teeth 
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But you're home somehow 

Solo Em  D  G  C 
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How lucky are we? 
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It's been a hell of a week, but we're all grown now 
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There's smoke seeping out, of your bloody teeth 
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But you're home somehow