Cohen, Leonard - Democracy - аккорды

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It's coming through a hole in the air,
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from those nights in Tiananmen Square.
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It's coming from the feel
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that this ain't exactly real,
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or it's real, but it ain't exactly there.
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From the wars against disorder,
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from the sirens night and day,
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from the fires of the homeless,
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from the ashes of the gay:
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Democracy is coming   to the U.S.A.

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It's coming through a  crack in the wall;
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on a visionary flood of alcohol;
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from the staggering account
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of the Sermon on the Mount
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which I don't pretend to understand at all.
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It's coming from the silence
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on the   dock of the bay,
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from the brave, the bold, the battered
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heart of   Chevrolet:
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Democracy is coming   to the U.S.A.

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It's coming from the sorrow in the street,
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the holy places where the races meet;
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from the homicidal bitchin'
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that goes down in every kitchen
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to determine who will serve and who will eat.
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From the wells of disappointment
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where the women kneel to pray
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for the grace of God in the desert here
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and the desert far away:
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Democracy is coming    to the U.S.A.

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Sail on, sail on
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O mighty Ship of State!
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To the Shores of Need
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Past the Reefs of Greed
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Through the Squalls of Hate
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Sail on, sail on, sail on, sail on.

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It's coming to America first,
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the cradle of the best and of the worst.
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It's here they got the range
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and the machinery for change
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and it's here they got the spiritual thirst.
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It's here the family's broken
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and it's here the lonely say
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that the heart has got to open
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in a fundamental way:
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Democracy is coming   to the U.S.A.

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It's coming from the women and the men.
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O baby, we'll be making love again.
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We'll be going down so deep
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the river's going to weep,
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and the mountain's going to shout Amen!
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It's coming like the tidal flood
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beneath the lunar sway,
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imperial, mysterious,
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in amorous array:
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Democracy is coming   to the U.S.A.

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Sail on, sail on ...


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I'm sentimental, if you   know what I mean
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I love the country but I   can't stand the scene.
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And I'm neither left or right
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I'm just staying home tonight,
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getting lost in that hopeless little screen.
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But I'm stubborn as those garbage bags
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that Time cannot decay,
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I'm junk but I'm still holding up
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this little wild bouquet:
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Democracy is coming   to the U.S.A

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