Chord 50000 - Sting

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[Verse]
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Another obituary in the paper today,
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One more for the list of those who've already fallen.
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Another one of our comrades is taken down,
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Like so many others of our calling.
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We tweet our anecdotes, our commentary,
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Or we sing his songs in some sad tribute,
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While the tabloids are holding a story of kiss and tell,
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That he's no longer able to deny or refute.
[Chorus]
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50,000 voices rising every time he'd sing,
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And every word he ever wrote reflecting back to him.
[Chorus]
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How well I remember the stadiums we played,
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And the lights sweeping across a sea of 50,000 souls we'd face.
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A serious drug that you could never kick,
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Or one that you couldn't imagine you'd ever replace.
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We flew like kites on the wings of amphetamine,
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Secured only to a bass line and a snare drum beat.
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But really what did any of it mean?
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When there's a higher philosophy in reflection and defeat.
[Chorus]
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50,000 voices rising every time he'd sing,
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And every word he ever wrote reflecting back to him.
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Still believing that old lie, the one that your own face betrays,
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Rock Stars don't ever die, they only fade away.
[Verse]
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Reflecting now on my own past,
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Inside this prison I've made of myself.
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I'm feeling a little better today,
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Although the bathroom mirror is telling me something else.
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These lines of stress, one bloodshot eye,
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The unhealthy pallor of a troubled ghost.
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Where did I put my spectacle case?
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I'm half blind and as deaf as any post.
[Outro]
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50,000 hands are raised to a man that's just like you and me.
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We create the gods we can and gift them immortality.
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Still believing that old lie, the one that your own face betrays,
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