The Glass Child - Blood On The Concrete Chords & Tabs

 

Blood On The Concrete Chords & Tabs

The Glass Child Chords & Tabs

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Blood On The Concrete Chords

   
                             Am
Four children in a playground 
                                         F
laughing loud and living free
                                  C
A mother watching wondering 
                                         G
what they will grow up to be

Am / F / C / G
Patrick wants to be a doctor 
like the man in white who saved 
his mother from that thing in her breast
and then thereís Dave 
who tries be a fighter,
to make his father proud one day
And Tom gets kicked in school 
because his friends says he is gay

Then thereís Sarah, a little quiet, who only wants one thing,
to get to know her dad, who left when she was young
he even took her motherís wedding ring
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F / G / Am / Am 
On their way home feeling free 
Sarah's laughing, running faster than the wind
But she ainít looking as she crosses the street
I still hear her mother screaming, looking for a heartbeat
               Dm                  E
iI went to fast, a secondís crash
                                     Am
and Sarahís dead on the concrete

Am / F / C / G
The same morning thereís a man
finding a letter from his wife, she said
ďIím sorry but I canít 
find a way to live this lifeĒ

He found her in the tightrope
In the bathroom hanging dead
He screamed but couldnít make a sound
fallen on his knees, he said

ďHow am I supposed to go on now?Ē
He took that bottle and then another
Got in the car and drove
Disappearing in the night 

F / G / Am / Am
I still hear that car when Sarahís crossing the street
And I still hear her mother screaming
looking for a heartbeat
               Dm
It went so fast
                  E
A secondís crash
                                       Am
And Sarahís dead on the concrete

F / G / Am / Am
Empty bottles and broken dreams
life never goes as you plan it to be
Empty bottles and broken dreams
life never goes as you plan it to be
Empty bottles and broken dreams
I pass that spot every day on the street
         Dm     / E                                     Am
A life-story written in the blood on the concrete