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Hm      D       A         G7

Red sun go down way over dirty town

Hm             D                A     G7

Starlings are sweeping around crazy shoals

Hm          D              A          G7

They send a girl is there high heeling across the square

Hm           D                A                        G7

Wind blows around in her hair and the flags upon the poles

Em

Waiting in the crowd to cross at the light

                    G     F#7                  Hm  F#m  Hm  F#m  C7

She looks around to find a face she can like



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(repeat chords)



Church bell clinging on just to trying to get a crowd for Evensong

Nobody cares to depend upon the chime it plays

They're all in the station praying for trains the congregation late again

It's getting darker all the time these flagpole days

Drunk old soldier he gave her a fright he's crazy lion he's howling for a fight





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(repeat chords)



Strap hanging gunshot sound doors slamming on the overground

Starlings are tough but the lions are made of stone

Her evening paper is horror torn but there's hope later Capricorns

Lucky stars give her just enough to get her home

Then she's reading about a swing to the right

But she's thinking about a stranger in the night



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