Em The sweetest perfection
C To call my own
Am The slightest correction
B Couldn't finaly hone
Em The sweetest infection
C Of body and mind
Am The sweetest injection
B Of any kind
(*) G I stop and I stare too much
C Affraid that I care too much
Am And I hardly dare to touch
B For fear that the spell may be broken
G When I need a drug in me
C And it brings out the thug in me
Am Feel something's tugging me
B Than I want the real things not tokens
The sweetest perfection ...
the following as above (*)
Things you'd expect to be
Having effect on me
Pass undetectedly
But everyone knows what has got me
Takes me completely
Touches so sweetly
Reaches so deeply
I know that nothing can stop me
B Am F D
B The sweetest perfection
Am An offer was made
F An assorted collection
D But I wouldn't trade
The sweetest perfection ...
change H -> C7 to the end
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From: Max Stepanov, Russia, St.Petersburg
e-mail: profi@dux.ru
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Depeche Mode
