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No one wants to 
G
hear about your 
Em
97th 
G
tear
  
So dry your 
Bm
eyes or let it 
G
go uncried, my 
A
dear
  
I am all 
Em
out of love to 
G
mouth into your 
A
ear,
  
And not a
Em
bove letting a 
G
love song disap
A
pear before it’s 
Em
written. 
G
 
A
  
And 
D
no one wants a 
G
tune about the 
Em
100th luftbal
G
loon 
  
that was seen 
Bm
shooting from the 
G
window of your 
A
room,
  
to be a 
Em
spot against the 
G
sky’s colossal 
A
gloom
  
And land, de
Em
flated, in some 
G
neighbor’s state that’s 
A
strewn with 9
Em
9 others. 
G
 
A
Em
8 Chinese 
A
brothers;
  
well, there’s a 
D
reason why the 
A
last is smiling
Em
wide and sitting 
G
higher than the 
A
others,
  
swinging his 
Em
arms. 
G
 
A
D
You would probably 
G
die before you 
Em
shot up 9 miles 
G
high,
  
your eyes di
Bm
lated as light 
G
played upon the 
A
sight
  
of TVC
Em
16 as 
G
it sings you good
A
night.
  
Relaxed as 
Em
hell and locked up 
G
in cell 4
A
5,
  
I hope you’re feeling 
Em
better. 
G
 
A
  
The 
Em
51st way to leave your 
A
lover,
  
admitted
D
ly, doesn’t 
A
seem to be as
Em
gentle or as 
G
clean as all the 
A
others,
  
leaving it’s 
Em
scars. All in the 
N.C.
after hours of some Greenpoint bar,
  
I told you, 
D
I can’t listen, 
G
baby, about the 
Em
4th time you were a 
G
lady,
  
and how your 
Bm
forthrightness be
G
trayed a secret 
A
shyness,
  
stripped a
Em
way by days of 
G
being hailed as “Your 
A
Highness”.
  
And what’s new 
Em
pussycat, is that 
G
you were once a 
A
lioness;
  
they cut your 
Em
claws out. 
G
 
A
  
Kitten, 
D
not everyone’s 
G
keen on lighting 
Em
candle 1
G
7.
  
The party’s 
Bm
done. The cake’s all 
G
gone. The plates are 
A
clean.
  
The chauffeur’s 
Em
leering and from the 
G
cheerless mezza
A
nine.
  
And, in just 
Em
1 year, this straight 
G
world can pay to 
A
see
  
what they have been 
Em
missing. 
G
 
A
  
You were caught 
Em
kissing 8 chinese 
A
brothers,
  
but there’s a 
D
reason why the 
A
last is smiling
Em
wide and sitting 
G
higher than the 
A
others,
  
stinking with 
Em
charm.
  
And he says, 
G
“Let’s get lost, let them send out a
A
larms.”
  
He says, 
Em
“Let’s get crossed out and come to 
A
harm.
  
Let’s make the 
Em
world’s stupidest stand and truly 
A
mean it.
  
Let’s hit the 
Em
limit of loss over lovers’ 
A
arms —
  
no, let’s ex
Em
ceed it.”
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tabs/plus_ones.txt · Last modified: 2015/10/17 00:40 by antdos