Beirut

^{G Em Am D
G} Up ^Em town, the ^Am street's in a ^D calming ^G way
And ^Em outside is ^Am warm as a ^D bed with a ^G maid
And I ^Em find it's ^Am all our ^D waves and ^G raves
That ^Em makes the ^Am days go ^D on this ^G way
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G} I ^Em heard the ^Am sad ^D sound of ^G words
Spo ^Em ken from the ^Am beak of a ^D wise old ^G bird
Up ^Em town, the ^Am streets are ^D kept af ^G loat
A ^Em girl never ^Am leaves ^D me al ^G one
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G} He ^Em means well, ^Am saying,
I've got ^D stories of ^G wine, sup ^Em erb
And ^Am of course my ^D childhood, ^G forks and ^Em knives
And a ^Am hospital ^D bed, where ^G I turned my ^Em life ^Am over and ^D over ag ^G ain
^{G Em Am D}