This Street, That Man, This Life

Michael Timmins


[C] [Am] [C] [Am]

[C] This street holds its [Am] secrets
[C] like a cobra holds its [Am] kill.
[C] This street minds its [Am] business
[C] like a jailer minds his [Am] jail.
[F] That house there is [G] haunted.
[C] That door's a portal to [F] hell.
This street holds its [G] secrets very well. [C] [Am] [C] [Am]

[C] That man wears his [Am] skin
[C] like a dancer wears her [Am] veils.
[C] That man stalks his [Am] victims
[C] like a cancer stalks a [Am] cell.
[F] That man's soul has [G] left him
his heart's as [C] deadly as a rusty [F] nail.
That man sheds his [G] skin like a veil. [C] [Am] [C] [Am]

[Dm] Lord, you play a [G] hard game
you know we [F] follow every [C] rule.
Then you take the [F] one thing
we thought we'd never [G] lose.
All I [Dm] ask is if she's [Am] with you
please [C] keep her warm and [F] safe
and if it's in your [G] power
please purge the memory [NC] of this place. [C] [Am] [C] [Am]

[C] This life holds its [Am] secrets
[C] like a sea shell holds the [Am] sea,
[C] soft and distant, [Am] calling
like a [C] fading memory. [Am]
[F] This life has its [G] victories
but its [C] defeats tear so [F] viciously.
This life holds its [G] secrets
like the sea. [C] [Am] [C] [Am] [C]


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