On Every Street > F Am G C There's gotta be a record of you some place > F G C You gotta be on somebody's books > F Am G Am The low-down - a picture of your face > F G Your injured looks > F C The sacred and profane > F Am G The pleasure and the pain > Am G F Em Somewhere your fingerprints remain concrete > Dm B Am Em And it's your face I'm looking for on every street > Am C G G F G C G Am A lady-killer - regulation tattoo Silver spurs on his heels Says - what can I tell you as I'm standing next to you She threw herself under my wheels Oh it's a dangerous road And a hazardous load And the fireworks over liberty explode in the heat And it's your face I'm looking for on every street > Am C G G F G C G Am A three-chord symphony crashes into space The moon is hanging upside down I don't know why it is I'm still on the case It's a ravenous town And you still refuse to be traced Seems to me such a waste And every victory has a taste that's bittersweet And it's your face I'm looking for on every street > Am C G G F G C G Am C G G F G C G Am C G G F G C G Am |
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