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Chords and lyrics for Word On A Wing by David Bowie
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In this age of grand illusi
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on you walked into my life out
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of
m
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y
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dreams
I don’t n
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eed another change, still you f
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orced away into my s
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cheme of things
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You say we’re growi
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ng,
growing
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heart and sou
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l
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In this a
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ge of grand illusion you wa
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lked into my life out of
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my
dreams
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S
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weet name, you’re b
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orn once again for
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me
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S
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weet name, you’re b
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orn once again for
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me
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Oh sw
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eet name, I c
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all you again, you’re b
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orn once again for
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m
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e
Just be
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cause I believe don’t mean I d
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on’t think as well
Don’t h
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ave to question everything in
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heaven
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or
hell
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ord, I kneel and
C#maj7
offer
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you my word on a wing
And I’m t
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rying hard to f
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it among your s
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cheme of things
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It’s s
Dm
afer than a strange land, but I s
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till care for myself
And I d
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on’t stand in my own l
Dm
ight
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Lord,
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lord, my prayer flies like a w
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ord on a w
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ing
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My prayer flies like a w
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ord on a w
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ing
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Does my prayer fit in with y
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our scheme of th
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ings?
In this a
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ge of grand illusion you wa
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lked into my life out
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of my dreams
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F#
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Sweet name, you’re b
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orn once again for
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me
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just as l
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ong as I can see, I’ll n
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ever stop this vision flowing
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I look twice and you’re still flow
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in
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g
Just as l
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ong as I can walk, I’ll walk besi
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de you, I’m alive
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in
you
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B
Sweet name, you’re b
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orn once again for
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me
And I’m r
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eady to sha
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pe the scheme of things
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Ooh,
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ready to shape the scheme of things
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Ooh,
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ready to shape the scheme of things
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Ooh,
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ready to shape the scheme of things
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Ooh,
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ready to shape the scheme of things
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Ooh,
Ah
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Lord, I kneel and offer you my
Bbm
word on a wing
And I’m t
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rying hard to fi
F7
t among your s
A
cheme of things
A7
It’s s
Dm
afer than a strange land, but I
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still care for myself
And I d
C
on’t stand in my
Dm
own light
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Oh
C#
Lord, lord, my prayer flies like a
Bbm
word on a wing
And I’m t
F
rying hard to fi
F7
t among your s
A
cheme of things
A7
It’s s
Dm
afer than a strange land, but I
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still care for myself
And I d
C
on’t stand in my
Dm
own
light
D7
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Lord,
D
lord, my prayer flies like a w
A
ord on a w
G
ing
D
My prayer flies like a w
A
ord on a w
G
ing
D
Does my prayer fit in with y
A
our scheme of th
G
ings?
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A/G
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