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+ (F4)- (F2)Intro: B, G, B, G, B, G, B, G,
B E
Your heart sings like a kettle
G B
And your words, they boil away like steam.
B E
And a lie burns long while the truth bites quick,
G B
A heart is built for both it seems.
B E
You are lonely as a church,
G B
Despite the queuing out your door.
B E G B
I am empty as a promise, no more.
F# E B
When the time comes,
F# E B
And rights have been read,
F# E
I think of you often
B F# E
But for once I meant what I said.
B, G, B, G, B, G, B, G
B E
I was salted by your hunger,
G B
Now you've gone and lost your appetite
B E G B
And a little bird is every bit as handy in a fight.
B E
I am lonely as a memory
G B
Despite the gathering round the fire.
B E G B
Aren't you every bird on every wire?
F# E B
When the time comes,
F# E B
And rights have been read,
F# E
I think of you often
B F# E B
But for once I meant what I said.
F# E B
Here I stay, I lay me down,
F# E B
In a house by a hill.
F# E B F# E B
I'm dug from the rubble, and cut from the kill.
F# E B
Here I stay, I lay me down,
F# E B
In a house by the Hill.
F# E B F# E B
I'm dug from the rubble, and cut from the kill. (Times 3)
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