John Mark Mcmillan

Between The Cracks Ukulele Chords

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Hope grows between cracks in the asphault
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In the downtown ghetto streets that contour 
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The government housing intentions of my heart

No one notices the daisies don't care
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About gang related violence
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As long as they get enough air and water and sun
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They're all just fine




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Who would've thought it but life is finding a way
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Through this wasteland of cynics, concrete, and pain
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There's a man down here somewhere between
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The Saturday cartooons and the dirty magazines
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He's raising the dead in the graveyards
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Where we've laid down our dreams 
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His name is Hope 




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Hope stands high on the 15th floor
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On a Christmas tree perched about the ledge of a fortress
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of steel that's trying to hard to be somebody's home
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As it sees my attention from I-85 though the throws of the day

Were still writhing inside
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I lifted my head as I drove home that night and knew
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Everything was gonna be fine



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Who would've thought it but life is finding a way
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Through this wasteland of cynics, concrete, and pain
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There's a man down here not worried or afraid 
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That some politician forgot all the promises he made
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And he's raising the dead in the graveyards
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Where we've laid down our dreams 
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His name is Hope



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His name is Hope        
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Everybody needs a little         x2
               

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His name is Hope        
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Everybody wants a little          x2
       

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His name is Hope        
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Everybody needs a little


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There's a man down here not worried or afraid 
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That some politician forgot all the promises he made
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And he's raising the dead in the graveyards
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Where we've laid down our dreams 
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His name is Hope



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Can you hear him outside he's been singing all night
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He's saying when you gonna come out from behind
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These paper thin walls, your cardboard box realities