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