Hope grows between cracks in the asphault
Em
In the downtown ghetto streets that contour
DG
The government housing intentions of my heart
No one notices the daisies don't care
Em
About gang related violence
D
As long as they get enough air and water and sun
C
They're all just fine
-
EmG
Who would've thought it but life is finding a way
D
Through this wasteland of cynics, concrete, and pain
Em
There's a man down here somewhere between
G
The Saturday cartooons and the dirty magazines
D
He's raising the dead in the graveyards
C
Where we've laid down our dreams
G
His name is Hope
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G
Hope stands high on the 15th floor
Em
On a Christmas tree perched about the ledge of a fortress
DG
of steel that's trying to hard to be somebody's home
Em
As it sees my attention from I-85 though the throws of the day
Were still writhing inside
D
I lifted my head as I drove home that night and knew
C
Everything was gonna be fine
-
EmG
Who would've thought it but life is finding a way
D
Through this wasteland of cynics, concrete, and pain
Em
There's a man down here not worried or afraid
G
That some politician forgot all the promises he made
D
And he's raising the dead in the graveyards
C
Where we've laid down our dreams
G
His name is Hope
-
C
His name is Hope
D
Everybody needs a little x2
-
C
His name is Hope
D
Everybody wants a little x2
-
C
His name is Hope
D
Everybody needs a little
EmGDCEm
There's a man down here not worried or afraid
G
That some politician forgot all the promises he made
D
And he's raising the dead in the graveyards
C
Where we've laid down our dreams
G
His name is Hope
-
G
Can you hear him outside he's been singing all night
Em
He's saying when you gonna come out from behind
DC
These paper thin walls, your cardboard box realities
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