Arsenal chords by Last Legion

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Intro 1

Verse 1
D 
As I walk
these streets alone,
through this borough I call home
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Bm 
Upon the barren fields of ivory,
neath the stadiums of stone
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G 
D 
Through the turned stars at the angel,
G 
see the homeless on the green
D 
From the Cali to the cross,
and every shithole in between
Past the church, the mosque, a crack den,
and the offi on the corner
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Bm 
See the brasses from the brothel
that pretends to be a sauna
G 
Watch the bedlam in the bookies,
see the winners and the losers
Asus4 
Seeking solace from their sorrow
A 
in the local battle cruisers
D 
Through the madness in the market,
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weathered faces turn to greet ya
Bm 
Hello governor, how's your mother?
You alright son?
Be lucky geezer
G 
Double by a  mash and liquor,
a cup of rosie, the up chap
Asus4 
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Or watch retired gangsters bicker,
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D 
every day and half his calf
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D 
The little fuckers causing trouble
for the causes make you smile
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Bm 
You meet your muckers for a couple,
forget your troubles for a while
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From the fool, nil to the hemi,
all the faces are the same
Asus4 
D 
Cause the manor    might be changing,
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but the people still remain
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Bm 
Move, London, forever
G 
Whatever, whoever
A 
These streets are our own
D 
A 
Bm 
And my heart will leave you never
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G 
Gm 
D 
My blood will forever
As I walk these streets alone,
A 
through a kingdom made of chrome
Bm 
I see them rip ping up the cobbles
and tearing down our chartered homes
G 
I see the architecture changing,
watch the history disappear
Asus4 
And the skyline  rearranging
A 
into towers of veneer
D 
But I see the remnants of a London
that they thought they could erase
Bm 
Every time I hear the old school
talk
about the good old days
G 
Or every time I watch the football,
and have a ruby with the lads
Asus4 
D 
See an oyster selling clobber,
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or a dealer shutting bags
D 
It's in the single mothers
juggling a baby and a job
Bm 
In every single brother
struggling to wind up in the dock
G 
It's in the roots and the foundations
still clinging to the land
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D 
It's in the bricks that built the moorland,
A 
and pop them that still stand
D 
It's in my family and my friends,
in every grime and every bend
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Bm 
It's in the roots that we inherit,
A 
when our generation ends
G 
It's in the rooms of your youth,
and the faces of your past
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Cos the manner might be changing,
but the people always last
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A 
D 
Bm 
Ooh, for London forever
G 
Whatever the weather
A 
These streets are our own
D 
A 
Bm 
And my heart will leave you never
E 
My blood will forever
G 
I'll walk through the storm