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Am - x02210 Cmaj7 - 032000 G7 - 320001
G - 320003 Dm - xx0231 C - x32010
Fmaj7 - x03210 Dmmaj7 - xx0221 C/G - 332010
E - 022100 Dm7 - xx0211 F - 033200
Intro Am Esus Am Esus
Am G ~
I was alone my heart was cold it was a stone,
Fmaj7 E
my soul was lonely like a stone - there was no moss.
Am G ~
And when I danced I danced alone but then I did not dance
Fmaj7 E
because I *was* alone. So I did not dance.
Am G _~_ Fmaj7
I shuffled through life invisible to all the happy couples who would mock
E
me with their merry laughter – “ha-ha-ha”.
Am G F
The only sound I heard in my lonely silent world was the rusty hammer of my
E Am
heart nailing at the hatred in my soul.
E - G - Am (quickly)
[ synth strings ]
G Cmaj7
But then you came,
Dm Dmmaj7 Dm7
and my life was turned upside down.
Dm7 G7
You showed me the beauty of the things that I had never seen.
C [ Embellish with Cmaj7, C/G and C ]
Like a snowflake that melts on the eyelash of a startled deer.
Dm Dmaj7 Dm7
Or the painting of a dog that wears a deerstalker[1] and
G7 Dm Dmmaj7
smokes a pipe that made you laugh so heartily,
Dm7 G7 C Cmaj7 C/G
but I had previously thought was rubbish.
Dm Dmmaj7 Dm7
Or the duck that lands so clumsily on a frozen pond in winter
G7
but the intoxicating power of our love transforms this simple act into an
C Cmaj7
anthropomorphic drama where Mr. Duck’s embarrassed and the other ducks are
C Cmaj7 C/G
laughing (quack quack quack quack quack).
E/ Am
AND THEN YOU LEFT! [Flamenco Style]
G F E
And I have died a thousand deaths and I will die a thousand more!
Am G F E
I thought you were an angel - you turned out to be a whore!
Am G F E
And everything has turned to dust! Everything is infected with the plague!
E Am
Why did you have to sleep with Craig?
G F E
"Oh he's so sensitive, he's got a tattoo."
F E
Yeah, carving your name with a compass in my forehead was not enough for you!
F E F E
[ Flutes ]
Am G
The snow flake on the eye of the dear has turned to
F E
puss that oozes from an open wound.
F E
The deer now blind it stumbles into a ravine.
Am G
The duck lies shredded in a pancake,
F E
soaking in the hoisin of your lies.
Am G
The dog has moved from the pipe to 60 cigarettes a day,
F Dm E Am G
and coughs away his life in the cold neon research lab of your betrayal.
F G Am
Of your betrayal...(fade)
Love You Loads Nat!!
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