Tom: Bm
E E E E
[Verse 1]
E
Oh hello Mr. Soul I dropped by to pick up a reason
E
For the thought that I'd caught that my head is the event of the season
A E
Why in crowds just a trace of my face should seem so pleasin'
D A E
I'll cop out to the change but a stranger is putting the tease on
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[Verse 2]
(same as verse 1)
I was down on a frown when a messenger brought me a letter
I was raised by the praise of a fan who said I upset her
Any girl in the world could have easily known me better
She said 'You're strange, but don't change' and I let her
D
[Verse 3]
(same as verse 1)
In a while well the smile on my face turned to plaster
Stick around while the clown who was sick does the trick of disaster
For the race of my head and my face is moving much faster
Is it strange I should change? I don't know - why don't you ask her
[Chorus]
D A
Is it strange I should change? I don't know
D A
Is it strange I should change? I don't know
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Anyways, here is Mr. Soul:
This song is weird. It's in the key of E and in 4/4 time.
Chords: E5 F#/E G/E
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[Intro]
E5
[Verse 1]
E5 F#/E G/E F#/E G/E F#/E G/E E5 F#/E G/E
Oh, hello, Mister Soul, I dropped by to pick up a rea_son
F#/E G/E F#/E G/E E5 F#/E G/E F#/E G/E F#/E
For the thought that I caught that my head is the e_vent of the
G/E E5 F#/E G/E
sea_son.
F#/E G/E F#/E G/E A5 E5 F#/E G/E
Why in crowds just a trace of my face could seem so pleasin'
F#/E G/E F#/E G/E D A E5 F#/E G/E
I'll cop out to the change but a stranger is putting the tease on.
[Verse 2]
(same as verse 1)
I was down on a frown when the messenger brought me a letter.
I was raised by the praise of a fan who said I upset her.
Any girl in the world could have easily known me better.
She said, "You're strange, but don't change," and I let her.
[Verse 3]
(same as verse 1)
In a while, will the smile on my face turn to plaster,
Stick around while the clown who is sick does the trick of disaster.
For the race of my head and my face is moving much faster.
Is it strange I should change? I don't know, why don't you ask her?
