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Tom: E

Intro: 
e------------
B------------
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A------------
E-7-5-3-1-0--

    E    B       E      B
Shut out, pimpled and angry
    E     B            A          B
I quietly tied all my guts into knots
E     B  E         B    
Gave up trying to make 'em
E             B            A            B
Figured it'd take 'em too long to look up

C#minor              E          A                    E  
And besides, it was undeniably clear to me, I dunno why
           C#m            D                        A
When every other part of love seemed locked behind shutters
    B  
I knew the worthless dregs we've always been

E       B               E        B
Lucked out, found my favourite record
E         B            A         B
Lying in wait at the Birmingham Mall
E     B            E          B        E
The songs that I heard, the occasional book
          B    A      B        G#
Were the only fun I ever took
       A            B      E
And I got on with making myself

G#       A        B                   C
Now the trick is just making yourself
C                                              g
But when they're parking their cars on your chest
G                                       C
You've still got a view of the summer sky
C                                 G                           C
To make it hurt twice when your restless body caves to it's whim
C                                 Bm
And suddenly struggles to take flight

Repeat Intro

E                B          E
Three thousand miles north-east
    B           E              B      A         B             E
I left all my friends at the morning bus stop shaking their heads
E              b             E           B          e
What kind of life you dream of? You're allergic to love
       B          A           B       C#minor
Yes I know but I must say in my own defense
           E           A                  E  
It's been undeniably dear to me, I dunno why
            C#minor        E           A              E
When every other part of love seemed locked behind shutters
   B 
I knew the worthless dregs we are
The selfless, loving saints we are
                                         E
The melting, sliding dice we've always been