Counting crows - Chelsea

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    COUNTING CROWS
    
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    Date: Tue, 19 Nov 1996 20:01:28 -0800
    From: "Michael A. Mazur" 
    Subject: CRD: Counting Crows, "Chelsea"
    
    CRD: "Chelsea" Counting Crows
    Transcribed by Michael A. Mazur (mmazur@wpi.edu)
    
    
    Intro and verse: (Piano arranged for guitar)
    
       F           Bb                F           Bb
    |-----------|-----------------|-----------|-----------|
    |--------1--|--------3-----1--|--------1--|--------3--|
    |--------2--|--------3--------|--------2--|--------3--|
    |-----------|-----------------|-----------|-----------|
    |-----------|--1--1-----------|-----------|--1--1-----|
    |--1--1-----|-----------------|--1--1-----|-----------|
    
    
    F             Bb                  F     Bb
    I never go to New York City these days
    Something about the buildings and Chelsea just kills me
    And maybe in a month or two,
    maybe when things are different for me
    maybe when things are different for you
    And all of this shit sticks in my head
    
    Chorus:
    Gm Csus2/G  Bb              Gm   Bb Bbsus2
    Is anything different these days?
    Gm                    Bb
    The light in her eyes goes out
    I never had light in my eyes anyways
    But maybe things are different these days
    
    It's good for everybody to hurt somebody once in a while
    The things I do to people I love shouldn't be allowed
    Something about the buildings and Chelsea just kills me
    Something about the buildings and Chelsea just kills me
    
    Is anything different these days?
    The light in her eyes goes out
    I never had light in my eyes anyways
    But maybe things are different these days
    
    I dream I'm in New York City some nights
    I dream I'm in New York City some nights.
    Angels flow down from all the buildings
    Something about an angel just kills me
    I keep hoping something will
    
    Is there anything different these days?
    The light in her eyes goes out,
    I never had light in my eyes anyways
    Maybe things are, maybe maybe maybe 
    Maybe things are, maybe maybe maybe maybe things are different,
    Maybe things are different these days
    The light goes out
    I never had light in my eyes anyways
    Maybe things are different......
    these days.

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