Bm A In the grip of a winter came, love and greed E G Insane with faith, I took the driving front seat In the lowlight comfort of Berlin streets The calm from emptiness duetted with my body heat Bm A I was alone at the front line E G The message I was told was to try and find The joy of a lifetime Bm I just can't think of England A I can't see the picture E G Im still running from the fire, the fire I just can't think of England I can't see the picture I'm still running from the fire, the fire, the fire In the twilight hours of nervous rest I bought the beast before believing the threats In a foreign field I cut all regrets But the poisoned stories just repeat themselves in fucked-up mess I was alone for the first time The message I was told was to try and find The joy of a lifetime I just can't think of England I can't see the picture I'm still running from the fire, the fire I just can't think of England I can't see the picture I'm still running from the fire, the fire ( Tab from: http://www.guitartabs.cc/tabs/i/iamx/think_of_england_crd_ver_2.html )
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