All These Strangers

all these strangers . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . G . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . C "mistreat me darling and i might just disappear" . . . . . . . . . D . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . G upon freighter running dark out of algiers . . . . . . F . . . . . E . . . . . . . . . . . . F . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . E put tiny grains in children’s tears . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Am . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . C while taking 25% of all the flashbulbs and mementoes . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . D . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . G from the mechanized divisions rolling over your frontiers i saw my baby talking to a man today speaking softly in a confidential way i saw a shadow pull his glove off as a bluebird flew over life’s is no pleasure when you doubt the one you love who are all these strangers? . . . . . . . . . . . D# . . . A# . . . . . . . . . D# i never will go back again . . . . . G . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . C go back into the past . . . . . . . G . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . C the flood is rising fast D# . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . A# . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . D# you can break your window and look down . . . Am into a muddy glass . . . . . C . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . D it’s mirror or lens to burn