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DHere's to you, the same chords that I sBmtole
AFrom a song that I once heaDrd
The Same melody I bBmorrowed from thAe void
DI'd rather observe than structure a narratBmive
AThe characters are thin;
DThe plot does not deveBmlop
AIt ends where it beginDs
DBmA
DIt's on the screen, in paperbacks
BmIn section 8 and cul-de-sAacs
DElectro haikus and drunk sonnets
BmAre moving me alonAg
EmAlong
GDGD
DYou cut my hair
BmYou left red ink eAverywhere
Do my Emhands tell a story?
AIs it boring? (2x)
DBmA
DWhat I'd give to force your sigh
BmWhat I'd give to see you Acry
DWhat I'd give for your caress
BmTo see your blue cotton dress
ABalled up on the floor
DCertain memories are the problem
BmCertain drunken lines areA the shaDme
Seven hundred miBmles and four years
I can't fight the flame;A it burnDs
GBurns, and it burns and it burns.
DYou cut my hair
BmYou left red ink eAverywhere
Do my Emhands tell a story?
AIs it boring? (2x)
DWas I wishing on satellites?
ATell me how you've beenD doing that trick
AI'm just wishing the flDame away
ANow I'm wishing the flaDme away
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