Calexico

^bm Love the run but not the race
^bm All alone in a silent way
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World drifts in and the world's a stranger
In a light, e ^G clipsed and a ^D lienat ^bm ed
In a time, ^G occupied and in ^D vaded
^G Can't tell what's right ^F# , better hit the gr ^bm ound running
^bm In the hills where the tall weed grows
^bm Hands are tied and won't let go
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Can't escape this place without leaving the world behind
In a light ^G , ashamed and humili ^D ated ^bm
In a time, sacrifi ^G ced for the sake ^D of trade
^G The soul is bent, fee ^A ls the weight o ^D f truth
^bm Falling through ^G
G Left behind, ^A no choice but to ^D run to the ^bm mountains
^G Where no poppies grow, y ^A ou have to hit the ground ^bm running
^bm In a light, para ^G lyzed and spirits fa ^D ding ^bm
bm Out of time, must decid ^G e to fall or run ^D
G Into the eye ^A , of the st ^D orm no sign or omen ^bm
G Make it right, ^A or fall to the othe ^D r side
Where fields are ^bm burning ^G
From the day you're bor ^A n
We always hit the ground ru ^bm nning.