Chords for Black Country, New Road - Sunglasses | Stolen Sessions

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The best new six-part Danish [F#m] crime drama.
[D] _ _ _ _ _ _ She seems herself a novel, courtesy [F#m] of [D] her father.
_ _ _ _ _ I lose myself in the light of the TV, _ courtesy of her father.
_ _ _ _ She buys everything.
_ _ _ Glowstones in the kitchen garden.
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[D] _ _ _ _ _ [A] _ [F#m] Mother is [D] juicing watermelons on the breakfast island.
With frail hands, she [A] grips the [Em] NutriBullet.
[F#] A divide of its [D] blades reminds me of a future
that I am in no way part of.
And in a wall of photographs in the downstairs,
second living room's TV area, I become her [A] father.
And complained of mediocre [D] vision in the daytime,
and ice in single malt whiskey at night.
[Em] Of rising [D] skirt ends, of lowering eye views,
and things just aren't filled like they [Bm] used to be.
The absolute [D] pinnacle of bliss and humor.
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[D] _ _ _ _ [E] _ And I am sold [D] in love now with all the [A] eyes. _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ _ _ I _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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am visible in these sunglasses.
I am the fox, I am the jack of hearts.
I am looking at you and you cannot tell
I am more than the stud of my heart.
_ _ I am looking at you with my best eye,
but I wish you could tell.
I wish all my kids would stop dressing up like Richard Hell.
_ I am locked away in a high-tech, wrap-around,
translucent, ball-tinted fortress.
And you cannot fucking touch me.
I am invisible in these sunglasses. _ _
Calls are going beep, beep, beep.
And there's so many roadmen on this street.
_ They cannot tell, but I am scared.
I am invisible in these sunglasses.
_ _ I'm non-stop water.
_ I'm a surprisingly smooth talker,
and I'm invisible in these sunglasses.
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_ _ [G#] _ And I'm sold in love now with all the wild ones.
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Sold in love now with all the high riders.
I'm not a picture of you.
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_ _ _ [D] _ _ I'm more than adequate.
_ Leave Conway out of [G#] this.
Leave your search of me in the comments.
_ I'm fucking invisible in [D] these sunglasses.
_ I'm more than adequate.
Leave my daddy's blood out of [G#] this.
Leave your search of me in the comments.
_ _ And tell me, what do you think [D] about this?
_ I'm more than adequate. _
Leave my daddy out [G#] of this.
Leave your search of me in the comments.
_ _ And fuck me like you did the kid.
[D] _ _ _ _ _ _ Leave my daddy's blood out of this.
Leave your search of me in the comments.
_ _ And fuck me like you did the child. _
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sells cancer.
_ _ Students, I believe in [G#] you.
I believe in myself.
But I'm not sure why you do it.
_ [D] _ She sells cancer.
_ _ She sells cancer.
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I'm not sure why you do it.
_ _ She sells cancer.
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