Luke Melong - Poor Man

	  		
Verse 1:
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Poor man from wealth he comes 
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And like the sinking sun 
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He dies each night to wake up at the start of a new day 
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From love and life he runs 
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Through sandy kingdom come 
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Through smoke and gritted teeth he finds the words that he must say 

Pre-Chorus
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He'll never know true wealth 
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He'll never find himself 
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His world is made of gold 
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But his body and soul are paper and stone 


Bridge:
F# A E F# D 
F# A E F# 
F# A E F# D E C# D E F# 

Verse 2:
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He'll dance in shiny halls 
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With painted plastic walls 
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The band who plays covers the sound of the cold silence 
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The only life he knows 
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Dry hands and blistered soul 
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His pride keeps him from saying things he almost meant 


F#    E  F# A    E    F# 
He'll never know true wealth 
F#    E  F# A    E    F# 
He'll never find himself 
F#  E     F# A    E  F# 
His world is made of gold 
        E        F#       C#        D 
But his body and soul are paper and stone 
        E        F#       C#        D 
But his body and soul are paper and stone
 

Solo 
F# A E F# D 
F# A E F# 
F# A E F# D E C# D E F# 


F#    E  F# A    E    F# 
He'll never know true wealth 
F#    E  F# A    E    F# 
He'll never find himself 
F#  E     F# A    E  F# 
His world is made of gold 
        E        F#       C#        D 
But his body and soul are paper and stone 
        E        F#       C#        D 
But his body and soul are paper and stone 


Verse 3:
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Beheld a silver grin 
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The cold it rushes in 
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A life to short but one that finds its way into your heart 
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A lesson never learned 
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A walk on bridges burned 
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A story has to end but now it's time for yours to start 

 
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Finally drowned in wealth 
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Time wasted on himself 
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His coffin made of gold 
        E        F#       C#        D 
But his body and soul are paper and stone 
    E        F#       C#        D 
His body and soul are paper and stone