Sting

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Chorus:
Gm          D/F#       F C/E
Let your soul be your pilot
          D#
Let your soul guide you
 F            A#
Guide you the way

            A#
When you're down
            Gm
and they're counting
           Cm7               F
When your secrets all found out

When your troubles
take to mounting
When the map you have
leads you to doubt

When there's no information
And the compass turns
to nowhere that you know well

chorus

When the doctors failed to heal you
When no medicine chest can make you well
When no counsel leads to comfort
When there are no more lies they can tell

No more useless information
And the compass spins
The compass spins between heaven and hell

chorus

And your eyes turn towards the window pane
To the lights upon the hill
The distance seems so strange to you now
And the dark room seems so still

Let your pain be my sorrow
Let your tears be my tears too
Let your courage be my model
That the north you find will be true

When there's no information
And the compass turns to nowhere
that you know well

chorus

Let your soul guide you upon your way