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Tom: G

G
  pushing through the market square
Em
  so many mothers sighing
Am
  news had just come over, we have
C
  Five years left of crying

G
  news guy wept and told us
          Em
  he said earth, was really dying
Am
  cried so much his face was wet
             C
  then i knew, he was not lying

           G
  i heard telephones, opera house, favourite melodies
             Em
  there were boys toys, electric guns and TVs
   C
  my brain hurt like a warehouse, it had no room to spare
           Am
  i had to cram so many things to store everything in there
                 C
  and all the fat, skinny people
Am                      C
  and all the tall short, people
Am                      G
  and all the nobody people
C                         D
  and all the somebody people
                                  Am      C
  never thought i'd need, so many people

G
  girl my age went off her head
Em
  hit some tiny children
Am
  and if the black hadn't have pulled her off
          C
  then i think, she would have killed them

G
  soldier with a broken arm
Em
  used to stare into the wheels of a cadillac
Am
  cop knelt to kiss the feet of a priest
         C
  and a queer threw up at the sight of that, well

G
  think i saw you in an ice-cream parlour
Em
  drinking milkshakes cold and long
  Am
  smiling and waving and looking so fine
 C
  don't think you knew you were in this song

  G
  and it was cold, and it rained, so i felt like an actor
  Em
  and i thought of ma, and i wanted to get back there
  Am
  your face, your waist, the way that you talk
 C
  i miss you you're beautiful

G
  we got five years stuck on my eyes
Em
  five years, what a surprise, we got
Am
  five years, my brain hurts alot
C
  five years, that's all we got
G                    
  we got, five years