Beautiful South

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1 . 2 . 3 . 4 . 1 . 2 . 3 . 4 .
And the ^C women tug ^Fmaj7 their hair
Like they're ^Cmaj7 trying to ^Fmaj7 prove it won't fall out
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And ^C all the men ^Fmaj7 are gargoyles
Dipped ^Cmaj7 long in ^Fmaj7 Irish stout
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G} The whole place is pickled
^G The people are pickles for ^Am sure
And ^G no-one knows if they've done more here
Than they ^C ever would do in a ^E7 jar
This could be ^Am Rotterdam or ^C anywhere, ^Am Liverpool or ^C Rome,
'Cause ^Am Rotterdam is ^C anywhere, ^D7 anywhere ^G7 alone,
^G7 Anywhere alone
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And everyone is blond
And everyone is beautiful
And when blond and beautiful are multiple
They become so dull and dutiful
And when faced with dull and dutiful
They fire red warning flares
Battle-khaki personality
With red underwear
This could be Rotterdam or anywhere, Liverpool or Rome,
'Cause Rotterdam is anywhere, anywhere alone,
Anywhere alone
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The whole place is pickled
The people are pickles for sure
And no-one knows if they've done more here
Than they ever would do in a jar
This could be Rotterdam or anywhere, Liverpool or Rome,
'Cause Rotterdam is anywhere, anywhere alone,
This could be Rotterdam or anywhere, Liverpool or Rome,
'Cause Rotterdam is anywhere, anywhere alone,
Anywhere alone
Repeat intro to fade.