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Tom: E

Verse:
E
You expected my war diaries
    B
But time ran out and I, I let you down
        A
A small thanks note written in French
           B
is no shorthand for this thing gave me writers cramp.

E
Had a dream about shapeshifting
     B
Well we move with such elegance
          A
With such grace
                           B
With all our dignity just in place


For the Chorus, play a high E barre chord, and finger-pick.

E|-7-|
B|-9-|
G|-9-|
D|-9-|
A|-7-|
E|-0-|

E
Deer die
With their eyes wide open
Eyes wide open
Eyes wide open
Deer die
With their eyes wide open

Verse:
        E
Drawing tiny little pictures of skeletons
        B                             A
To get across a sense of impending doom
                                   B
And the leaves like the outward to major leagues
                                        E
They're like the foxes on the hard shoulder

And for some reason I think that I have twisted
     B
This story to the fight last year and it turned out
              A
that this is it so he goes to back his track
                            B
and for the signs we never signed

[Chorus]

Breakdown:

(Play an E chord, building up gradually)

E
Drawing tiny little pictures of skeletons
To get across a sense of impending doom
And I am seventeen pages through this notebook now
And there are little more than pictures
of how I see you on an x-ray machine
Its more like a television screen and you're in iraq
And I know that you know what I mean
And I realise, sensation hits
Not even two girls requires to have a sailor smile.

(At the end of the breakdown, there's a big mess of noise, I use a C major barre chord 
just mess around really, there's no set thing to do here, just make the chord sound as 
as possible.)


Post-Chorus:

(Play a high E Barre chord, and follow the melody of the vocals by switching to a high A 
at the end of each line)

   E   A
E|-7---12-|
B|-9---14-|
G|-9---14-|
D|-9---14-|
A|-7---12-|
E|-0------|

E               A
Turn up on your doorstep
E            A
Feeling like roadkill
E           A
Decent like postage stamps
E               A           E              A
And when I turn to you, you feeling like i never know
E            A
Everything I ever wrote
E           A               E
Pouring out of your mouth.