INTRO:
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|E A |E Cm A |
|A E |
VERSE 1:
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I dreamed I saw St. Augustine,
A E
Alive as you or me.
Tearing through these quarters,
F#7 A
In the utmost misery.
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With a blanket underneath his arm,
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And a coat of solid gold.
E Cm E
Searching for the very souls,
A E
Whom already have been sold.
VERSE 2:
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"Arise, arise", he cried so loud,
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With a voice without restraint.
"Come out ye gifted kings and queens,
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And hear my sad complaint.
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No martyr is among ye now,
A
Whom you can call your own.
E Cm E
So go on your way accordingly,
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But know you're not alone".
:: INSTRUMENTAL 1 ::
|E A |E F#7 A |
|E A |E Cm A |
|A E |
VERSE 3:
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I dreamed I saw St. Augustine,
A E
Alive with fiery breath.
And I dreamed I was amongst the ones,
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That put him out to death.
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Oh, I awoke in anger,
A
So alone and terrified.
E Cm E
I put my fingers against the glass,
A E
And bowed my head and cried.
:: INSTRUMENTAL 2 ::
|E A |E F#7 A |
|E A |E Cm A |
|A E |
:: INSTRUMENTAL 3 & CODA ::
|E A |E F#7 A |
|E A |E Cm A |
|A E |