Genesis – The Chamber Of 32 Doors (Guitar)

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Ab                                Ebsus/Ab
At the top of the stairs, there's hundreds of people,

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Dbm                               Dbsus2 Dbm
running around to all the doors.

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Ab                                   Ebsus/Ab
They try to find, find themselves an audience;

Dbm                              Dbsus2 Dbm
their deductions need applause.

Dbm   Ab/C  Bdim  F#/A#  F#m/A Adim Ab    C#sus C#
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Dbm                    Ab/C
The rich man stands in front of me,

Bdim                F#/A#
The poor man behind my back.

F#m/A                    Adim
They believe they can control the game,

Ab              Dbsus         Db
but the juggler holds another pack.

F#m/C#                                   C#
I need someone to believe in, someone to trust.

F#m/C#                                   C#
I need someone to believe in, someone to trust.

G#m                F#                C#
I'd rather trust a countryman than a townman,

G#m      F#                                   C#
You can judge by his eyes, take a look if you can,

      Db                Ab
He'll smile through his guard,

  Db                Ab
Survi- val   trains hard.

G#m                F#                     C#
I'd rather trust a man who works with his hands,

G#m             F#                     C#
He looks at you once, you know he understands,

      Db       Ab
Don't need any shield,

            Db         Ab
When you're out in the field.

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    C#m    G#m
But down   here,

       C#m           G#m
I'm so alone with my fear,

          C#m          G#m
With everything that I hear.

C#m  G#m   B      C#m
And every single door

G#m    F#/A#  B         F#/A# C#m  G#m
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Brings me     back, back      here again,

            Gb/Db       Ab
I've got to find my own way.

Ab                 Ebsus/Ab
The priest and the magician,

Dbm                                               sus2 Dbm
Singing all the chants that they have ever heard;

Ab                             Ebsus/Ab
and they're all calling out my name,

Dbm                                    sus2 Dbm
Even academics, searching printed word.

Dbm                    Ab/C
My father to the left of me,

Bdim             F#/A#
My mother to the right,

F#m/A                    Adim
Like everyone else they're pointing

Ab                      Dbsus    Db
But nowhere feels quite right.

F#m/C#                                   C#
I need someone to believe in, someone to trust.

F#m/C#                                   C#
I need someone to believe in, some     one to trust.

G#m                F#                              C#
I'd rather trust a man who doesn't shout what he's found,

G#m                F#                      C#
There's no need to sell if you're homeward bound.

   Db         Ab
If I choose a side,

         Db            Ab
He won't take me for a ride.

C#m  G#m
Back inside

                C#m     G#m
This chamber of so many doors;

              C#m        G#m
I've nowhere, nowhere to hide.

C#m G#m      B         C#m
I'd give you all of my dreams

        G#m
Find a door

F#/A# B           F#/A# C#m  G#m
That doesn't lead me    back again

Gb/Bb   Ab
take me away.