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Date: Sat, 08 Nov 1997 23:56:41 -0600
From: Rockey Staats 
Subject: Re: Returned mail: User unknown
 
 From: Adam Staats
 My dad, Rocky Staats, figured out the chords and I figured out the words
 of the Song *Invisible
 City by the Wallflowers.  There may be some mistakes in our
 transcription, especially the words, but it should be
 helpful enough for you to use.
 
 Invisible City
 E                                Asus2
 Looking back at the crash site,
 E                               Asus2
 I don't see me by the road side.
 E                                G#
 Well this heart is on wheels tonight,
 C#m                          C#m7          A
 Straight through the ghettos and without
 lights.
 E                                   Asus2
 Now every heart has a blind side,
 E                                      Asus2
 Where he learns how to improvise.
 E                              G#
 Well this place is a whorehouse tonight,
 C#m       C#m7          A
 Cheaper lovers make expensive wives--
 
 C#m                     E         B
 G#
 --But all of these horses that you chase
 around,
            C#m      C#m7  F#          F#m
 In the end they are the ones that always
 bring you
 B
 down.
 
 This invisible city, Where no one sees nothing.
 Where touching faces--In the dark.
 Feeling pretty is so hard.
 Now all of these voices,
 And all of these noises.
 With all of their illusions of choices,
 They've come to my door with one dozen roses.
 The imitation of good thief,
 Is how you stumble upon hate.
 It may of been the first of mistakes,
 When we held on to listening that opened the gates--
 
 --Now all of these horses that you chase around,
 In the end they are the ones that always bring you
 down.
 
 This invisible city, where no one sees nothing.
 Where touching faces--In the dark.
 Feeling pretty is so hard.
 Now I try not to tell lies,
 But there's pressures from inside.
 So I've learned how to compromise,
 Good people for alibis--
 
 --But all of these horses that you chase around,
 In the end they are the ones that always bring you
 down.
 
 This invisible city, where no one sees nothing.
 Where touching faces--In the dark.
 Feeling pretty is so hard.