Amazing song by Sting, any comments, suggestions or even mistakes (my first tab)?
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They dance alone – Sting

Part one: Part two:
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G G7+ B#m
Why are these women here, dancing on their own.
FWhy is there this sadness in their eyes?  G   G 
G G7+ B#m
Why are the soldiers here, their faces fixed like stone?
FI can’t see what it is that they desGsus4pise. G 

Chorus:
B#m G B#m G
They’re dancing with the missing, they’re dancing with the dead.
B#m G B#m G
They dance with the invisible ones, their anguish is unsaid.
CThey’re dancing with their Cfathers, Cthey’re dancing with their Csons.
GThey’re dancing with their c6husbands, Gthey dance ac6lone.
They dance aGlone.

Repeat Part two

G G7+ B#m
The only form of protest they’re allowed.
FI’ve seen their silent faces, they Gscream so Gloud.
G G7+ B#m
If they were to speak these words, they’d Go missing too.
FAnother woman on the torture table, Gsus4what else can they Gdo?

Chorus

Chorus 2:
G C f B#m
One day we’ll dance on their graves, one day we’ll sing our freedom.
G C f B#m
One day we’ll laugh in our joy. And we’ll dance.
G C f B#m
One day we’ll dance on their graves, one day we’ll sing our freedom.
G C f B#m
One day we’ll laugh in our joy. And we’ll dance.


G G7+ B#m
Hey Mister Pinochet, you’ve sown a bitter crop.
FIt’s foreign money that supports you, Gone day the money’s Ggoing to stop.
G G7+ B#m
No wages for your tortures, no budget for your guns.
FYou think of your mother, Gsus4dancing with her inGvisible son.


Chorus + Chorus 2


G7+ B#m
And we’ll dance, and we’ll dance
And we’ll fdance, and we’ll Gdance