The Watchmakers Apprentice chords

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That [Bm]Mr Mc[C#]Arthur's looked [D]all over [B]town,
But he [G]won't find me [F#m]now for I'm off [G]coastward [F#7]bound.
And I'm [Bm]trading the [C#]smog for some [D]fresh salt sea [B]air
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And he'll never catch on that I'm there.

I [Bm]once was his app[C#]rentice, in the [D]clock-making t[B]rade,
And the m[G]iser made me w[F#m]ork for every p[G]enny of my [F#7]wage.
Til he f[Bm]ound he could repla[C#]ce me with a c[D]lockwork mac[B]hine,

And he threw me right out on the street.

[G]I'm not the kind who would [Em]grovel and pray
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That he deign to recant and permit to stay,
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So I cursed him and left and I solemnly swore that he'd pay.

Now M[Bm]r McA[C#]rthur has v[D]ery poor [B]eyes,
And he [G]never did [F#m]see me when he l[G]eft work a[F#7]t night.
And [Bm]once in a wh[C#]ile he would f[D]orget to c[B]heck
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That his workshop back window was closed.

No I'[Bm]m not a b[C#]urglar and I'm n[D]o vandal [B]nor.
The old [G]man had to s[F#m]uffer, but I w[G]anted something [F#7]more:
I w[Bm]anted him to [C#]feel it and k[D]now it was [B]me,

And I knew that his clocks were the key.

[G]I sat in his workshop, my t[Em]houghts running wild,
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Then it suddenly hit me, and I looked up and I smiled
[G/D] F#madd4 [Bm] [Em] [Bm] [Em]
For I knew that I'd have him and I knew that I'd do it in style.

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I t[Bm]ell you that cl[C#]ockwork's a [D]powerful [B]thing;
There's a t[G]errible s[F#m]trength in those [G]tightly wound s[F#7]prings.
And a g[Bm]entleman's p[C#]ocketwatch s[D]tays by his [B]heart,
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And that's where the damage can start.

Now I[Bm]'m no mach[C#]ine but I can w[D]ork when I c[B]hoose,
With [G]hands good as [F#m]any when I've s[G]omething to [F#7]prove.
So I s[Bm]tayed up all n[C#]ight among c[D]ogs, springs and s[B]crews,
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And I didn't stop till I was through.

[G]I rigged up a watch to do m[Em]ore than just chime ,
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And I didn't baulk once at the depth of my crime -
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A most perfect invention that still kept impeccable time.

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The n[Bm]ext week a yo[C#]ung man stopped [D]by in the [B]shop,
Took a [G]shine to a [F#m]timepiece and [G]paid on the [F#7]spot.
He w[Bm]ound it, and [C#]wore it, and at [D]6 on the [B]dot
He [G]came to a m[F#]essy and [F#7]permanent s[Bm]top.

Now [Bm]Mr Mc[C#]Arthur's got [D]blood on his [B]hands,
And he [G]barely made [F#m]bail, he's a[G] ruined [F#7]man,
And s[Bm]urely he [C#]knows who his [D]downfall was [B]planned by,
It's [G]all worked [F#7]out like [Bm]clockwork.