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Intro: (let it ring)E9B7|E9B5E7B5|E9B7Verse 1:F#mC#mIn the grip of a winter came love and greedEBInsane with faith, I took the driving front seatF#mC#mIn the lowlight comfort of Berlin streetsEBThe calm from emptiness duetted with my body heat Hook 1:F#mC#mEI was alone at the front lineF#mC#mEThe message I was told was to triumphEAt the joy of a lifetime Chorus:F#mI just can't think of EnglandC#mI can't see the pictureEBI'm still running from the fire, the fireF#mI just can't think of EnglandC#mI can't see the pictureEBI'm still running from the fire, the fire Verse 2:F#mC#mIn the twilight hours of nervous restEBI bought the peace before believing the threatsF#mC#mIn a foreign field, I cut all regretsEBBut the boys in stories just repeat themselves In a fucked up mess Hook 2:F#mC#mEI was alone for the first timeF#mC#mEThe message I was told was to triumphEAt the joy of a lifetime Chorus:F#mI just can't think of EnglandC#mI can't see the pictureEBI'm still running from the fire, the fireF#mI just can't think of EnglandC#mI can't see the pictureEBI'm still running from the fire, the fire Outro:E9B7|E9B5E7B5|E9B7