F#m
The fishing boats go out across the evening water
D
Smuggling guns and arms across the Spanish border
Bm
The winds whip up the waves so loud
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The ghost moon sails among the clouds
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And turns the rifles into silver on the border

F#m
On my wall the colours of the maps are running
D
From Africa the winds they talk of changes coming
Bm
The torches flair up in the night
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The hand that sets the farms alight
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Has spread the word to those who're waiting on the border

A
In the vllage where I grew up
Em
Nothing seems the same
              D                                A
But still you never see the change from day to day

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F#m
And no one notices the customs slip away

F#m
Late last night the rain was knocking on my window
D
I moved across the darkened room and in the lampglow
Bm
I thought I saw down in the street
    A             G
The spirit of the century
F#m             E                  F#m
Telling us that we're all standing on the border

A
In the islands where I grew up
Em
Nothing seems the same
              D                             A
It's just the patterns that remain an empty shell
              D                                   C#
But there's a strangeness in the air you feel too well

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