Since I Saw Vienna

	 
[Intro]
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[Estrofa]
Bm 
The cute bomber jacket you've had since sixth form 
D 
Adorned with patches of places you've been 
   A 
Is nothing on my khaki coat I got 
        G 
From a roadside when I was sixteen
[Estrofa]
   Bm 
My boots are from airports 
  
My backpack's from friends 
     D 
I'm not a man of substance, and so I'll pretend 
         A 
To be a wanderer, wondering 
                 G 
Leaving ascetic belongings in hostels and restaurant bins
[Estrofa]
    Bm 
The roads are my home, horizon's my target 
   D 
If I keep on moving, never lose sight of it 
A 
Treating my memory of you like a fire, let it 
G 
Burn out, don't fight it, and try to move on
[Estrofa]
     Bm 
It's been sixty weeks since I saw Vienna 
  D 
A bandage and a wide smile slapped across my face 
     A 
I'll pick up my hiking boots when I am ready 
         G 
And I'll put down my roots when I'm dead
-single strums-
[Estrofa]
Bm 
The distance is futile 
A 
Come on, don't be hasty 
        F#m                              G 
You'll get that feeling deep inside your bones 
        Bm 
I'll be gone then, for when you must be alone
[Outro]
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