Frank Black

^{D E D E A C D E
G} Beyond below a ^E bove ^A A gravity that ^G slumbers
At the center of ^{E A} Places named after ^G numbers
A different kind of ^E love
^A She was ^C#m right
^A She was ^C#m right there
^A She was ^C#m right there all the ^D time ^F
Collapsing all the ^Am way ^E
And though it seems from here That she was never there
Light beams disappear Into her blackened hair
I wonder if they reappear
(Middle guitar part: slightly different from the intro)

^{D E D E A C D E D E A C D E}
(Repeat chorus and end.)
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