Tom: Ab
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Fm Ab Dbmaj7 Ab
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[Verse]
Fm Ab Dbmaj7 Ab
Every suntan tells stories and the shape of the white snitches
Fm Ab Dbmaj7 Ab
Fat men in tropical climes
Fm Fm Dbmaj7 Dbmaj7
Now you tell me you’ve been fucking king creosote, and that
Fm Ab Dbmaj7 Dbmaj7 x3
I should’ve known for a while
Fm Ab Dbmaj7 Ab
Watching the starlings as autumn draws in
Fm Ab Dbmaj7 Ab
As they make ghosts across London fields
Fm Fm Dbmaj7 Dbmaj7
And I would’ve moved out there to be with you
Fm Ab Dbmaj7 Dbmaj7 x3
I would’ve moved out there for real
Fm Ab Dbmaj7 Ab
Saw I a choir of golden angels wearing matching rucksacks
Fm Ab Dbmaj7 Ab
As they obscured the view to your train
Fm Ab Dbmaj7 x3
And I’m sorry if it seems like I’m rambling here
[Chorus]
Fm Ab Dbmaj7 Ab
Because I want to see the way the skin splits round his bones
Fm Ab Dbmaj7 Ab
And the gurgling head in your lap
Fm Ab Dbmaj7 Ab
And the arms of the crowd as they pull me away
Fm Ab Dbmaj7 Ab
And the mud and the blood in the grass
Fm Ab Fm
When we scraped our bones together
Ab Dbmaj7 Ab Dbmaj7 Ab
We got fire (fire, fire, fire)
x4
Fm Ab Fm
