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(So for ease, I'm only going to write Em7 instead of Em7add6)
(Every time there is the C Em7 Am Am7/G progression, play
it like the intro)
If you want to see, and be seen, then be seen
Your dress is dark red and
your opening eyes, bright green, make a scene,
but dont lie on your bed,
laid out like you're dead,
Because honey you're murdering me...
(musical interlude is intro twice, try to hit the root notes harder)
Be a little sheep learning, who'll shear, and who'll feed,
The hands come and they leave,
Be hands holding a knife, be a being, on two feet,
With his heart tremble-in'
butcherin' for a king,
He believes in though he's never seen... la da da da
(musical interlude)
Be the princess in that stone tower,
Crying for that handsome butchers plight,
And as some princess might she still calls him a knight
but the best thing for you, would be queen, so be queen,
you're all that I need,
Though I know that it never can be, I'd be pleased,
To post your decrees,
to Fall at your knees,
to name all you streets and to sit down and weep
and you're carried back through them and set down to sleep
And to lie by you side for sublime centruies
till we crumble to dust, when were crushed by a single sun
(outro same as intro but softer)
beam.
(repeat intro till you feel like stopping and then end it on a C)
(Every time there is the C Em7 Am Am7/G progression, play
it like the intro)
If you want to see, and be seen, then be seen
Your dress is dark red and
your opening eyes, bright green, make a scene,
but dont lie on your bed,
laid out like you're dead,
Because honey you're murdering me...
(musical interlude is intro twice, try to hit the root notes harder)
Be a little sheep learning, who'll shear, and who'll feed,
The hands come and they leave,
Be hands holding a knife, be a being, on two feet,
With his heart tremble-in'
butcherin' for a king,
He believes in though he's never seen... la da da da
(musical interlude)
Be the princess in that stone tower,
Crying for that handsome butchers plight,
And as some princess might she still calls him a knight
but the best thing for you, would be queen, so be queen,
you're all that I need,
Though I know that it never can be, I'd be pleased,
To post your decrees,
to Fall at your knees,
to name all you streets and to sit down and weep
and you're carried back through them and set down to sleep
And to lie by you side for sublime centruies
till we crumble to dust, when were crushed by a single sun
(outro same as intro but softer)
beam.
(repeat intro till you feel like stopping and then end it on a C)