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On Every Street  Dire Straits

On Every Street 1991
Greg Harper gregharper2007@hotmail.co.uk
Theres g[F/C]otta be a re[C]cord of [G/B]you some pla[C]ce
You go[Am]tta be on [G/B]somebodys books[C] [F/C]
The [C]lowdown - a [G/B]picture of your [Esus4]face[Am]
Your injured l[G]ooks[F]
The sacred and pro[C]fane[F]
The pleasure and the p[C]ain[G]
[C]Somewhere your [G/B]fingerprints re[Am]main conc[Em]rete
And [Dm]its your face Im l[Bb]ooking for[F/Bb]
on e[C]very street[Am]
 
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Theres gotta be a record of you some place
You gotta be on somebodys books
The lowdown - a picture of your face
Your injured looks

The sacred and profane
The pleasure and the pain
Somewhere your fingerprints remain concrete
And its your face Im looking for on every street

A ladykiller - regulation tattoo
Silver spurs on his heels
Says - what can I tell you as Im standing next to you
She threw herself under my wheels
Oh its a dangerous road
And a hazardous load
And the fireworks over liberty expode in the heat
And its your face Im looking for on every street

A three-chord symphony crashes into space
The moon is hanging upside down
I dont know why it is Im still on the case
Its a ravenous town
And you still refuse to be traced
Seems to me such a waste
And every victory has a taste thats bittersweet
And its your face Im looking for on every street