What Is True

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[Verse]
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Silver tongues are speaking long and hard into the night
                             Em A
I must be myself and I'll do alright
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Oh, please my darling, do not make me sad
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Late at night nobody really wants to feel that bad

[Verse]
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The rain it beats impatiently upon the windowpane
                             Em   A     G
I must close my ears or I'll go insane
          A    D                A           Em        D
Can't you be a gentle breeze or silent as a snowfall
                  A              G                D
Won't you try and listen for the voice behind the wall
   Em       A
It cries to you

[Chorus]
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Even though it only ever whispers part of what it knows
         G              D                           Em           D
And it's never ventured through the locks where the brazen river flows
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It's the fingerprint which is never made, it's the perfume of a rose....

[Verse]
          D                A                  G              D
And it is there if you are searching, but the moment must be right
                              Em        A
As the night is black, as the day it is light
G  A  D             A       Em      D
Please.. my friend, help to make me glad
                 A            G                D
Help me find the one and only thing I've never had
Em      A
What is true

[Chorus]
     G              D             Em              D
Even though it only ever whispers part of what it knows
         G              D                           Em           D
And it's never ventured through the locks where the brazen river flows
         G                    D                    Em             Gm Gm7  D
It's the fingerprint which is never made, it's the perfume of a rose....

[Outro]
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