Artist: The Nightwatchman
Song: The Fabled City
Album: The Fabled City
It's not 440hz. It's around 433hz, depending if he tuned down.
Capo 2
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Me and Javier shouted slogans in Spanish
Like it was our world to win
Then they move a plant down Ojada
Time to bite your tongue again
Chorus:
I've seen the fabled city
It's streets are paved with gold
But an iron fence round it
It's iron gate is closed
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What ain't right ain't right he told me
But something else passed behind his eyes
No he's downtown on his knees washing floors for somebody
And quietly biding his time
Chorus:
I've seen the fabled city
It's streets are paved with gold
But an iron fence round it
It's iron gate is closed Hey
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The gas station on Sunset and Crescent
I met an angel sad and old
She lived in the alley behind the market
In the shadows may be hidden from the lord
And for a dime she sang a song
Sounded more like a prayer
A wish that her dead mother and father
Couldn't look down and see her there
Chorus:
I've seen the fabled city
It's streets are paved with gold
But an iron fence round it
It's iron gate is closed
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On a wire outside my window
There sit one hundred swallows
And I suspect that if one flew
Then ninety nine would follow
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Tuned Down Half Step Version
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Me and Javier shouted slogans in Spanish
Like it was our world to win
Then they move a plant down Ojada
Time to bite your tongue again
Chorus:
I've seen the fabled city
It's streets are paved with gold
But an iron fence round it
It's iron gate is closed
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| x2
What ain't right ain't right he told me
But something else passed behind his eyes
No he's downtown on his knees washing floors for somebody
And quietly biding his time
Chorus:
I've seen the fabled city
It's streets are paved with gold
But an iron fence round it
It's iron gate is closed, hey
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The gas station on Sunset and Crescent
I met an angel sad and old
She lived in the alley behind the market
In the shadows may be hidden from the lord
And for a dime she sang a song
Sounded more like a prayer
A wish that her dead mother and father
Couldn't look down and see her there
Chorus:
I've seen the fabled city
It's streets are paved with gold
But an iron fence round it
It's iron gate is closed
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| x2
On a wire outside my window
There sit one hundred swallows
And I suspect that if one flew
Then ninety nine would follow