Tom: Em
Em
(Notes not relative to Capo)
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[Verse 1]
Em
Julia, take your man home
G
He's just sitting at the bar
D Em
Carving shapes that look like dicks into the wood
Em
Julia, take your man home
G
He keeps running in and out of the street
D Em
With a weed between his teeth he calls a rose
Em
Julia, take your man home
G
He keeps talking about New Jersey and cocaine
D C
And some person he keeps saying is made of glass
C B A G
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[Chorus]
A
Julia, take your man home
G
Lay him down on a bed of thorns
D
And I've got a feeling he'll say, "Sorry"
A
Come tomorrow morning
G
And when he wakes in a bed of thorns
D
I've got a feeling he'll say, "Sorry"
Em
Just wait for tomorrow morning
(This is what I think the synth is doing during the G and D of the chorus)
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[Bridge]
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Em
When I asked him if he needed to go home
He said, "The beating heart of a lonely man is
Em
Nothing but an unheard decrescendo"
Em
Julia, take your man home
G
He keeps filling up the room with smoke
D C B A G
And then claiming that it's just his ghost
[Chorus]
A
Said, Julia, take your man home
G
Lay him down on a bed of thorns
D
And I've got a feeling he'll say, "Sorry"
A
Come tomorrow morning
G
And when he wakes in a bed of thorns
D
I've got a feeling he'll say, "Sorry"
A
Just wait for tomorrow morning
G
And you can tell him for yourself that you ain't gonna pluck
D
No rose petals out of his teeth for him
[Outro]
Em C G D x2
Em C G D Em
To say that he loves you would be unfair towards you, and
Em C G D Em
To say that he needs you would be unfair towards you too
Em C G D Em
To say that he loves you would be unfair towards you, and
Em C G D Em
To say that he needs you would be unfair towards you too
