Stars And Boulevards by Augustana

Am C G D

Am    C         G                   D
Wait, dear, a white horse is walking down my 
street here. Your words are creeping at my feet. 
I fear, that sunrise will come too soon and you’ll 
disappear to the haze of this city and go south
Oh no… 

CHORUS
Am C
Whoa.. 
G                    D                   Am      C
Seems like I’m always on my own
Seems like I’m never coming home
Seems like I'm always on my...
Am                    C                      G                    D
All the stars and boulevards ain’t close enough for you 

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