Chris Rea

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Am
Well I'm standing by the river,
Dm
But the water doesn't flow.
F                   E
It boils with every poison -
        Am
You can think of.

Am
And I'm underneath the street light,
Dm
The delight of joy I know,
F                  E
Scared beyond belief,
                Am
Way down in the shadows.

C
And the perverted fear of violence,
G
Chokes a smile on every face,
F                         E
Common sense is ringing, out the bells.
Am                          Dm
This ain't no technological breakdown,
F                  E       Am
Oh-no, this is the road to hell.

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C
And as the roads jam up with credit,
G
And there's nothing you can do,
F
It's all just bits of paper,
E
Flying a way from you.
Am
Oh look out world take a good look,
Dm
Look who's down there,
F                                E            Am
You must learn this lesson fast, and learn it well.

Am                                   Dm
This ain't no upwardly mobile freeway,
F                  E
Oh-no, this is the road,
F           E
This is the road,
F           E        Am
This is the road ... to hell.

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