Chords for Don't Interrupt the Sorrow

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_ _ Don't interrupt [Em] the sorrow.
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_ Thine right _ inflames our prophet [D] witches.
[G] Be polite, _ _ [Eb] a room [G] full of glasses.
[Bb] He says, you're not just liberation doll.
And he chains me with that serpent to that Ethiopian wall. _ _ _ _
[Dm] _ [Em] Anima rising, [G] queen of queens.
[E] Wash my guilty feet and wash and [G] balance me.
_ [Eb] _ Anima [Bb] rising, uprising [Eb] in me tonight.
[F] She's a [Em] vengeful little goddess with an ancient [G] crown to fight.
_ _ _ _ _ [Dm] _ [G] Truth goes up in [D] vapors, [G] steeples lean.
_ Winds of change, patriarchs, snug in your bible belt breeze.
[Eb] God goes up the chimney _ [Bb] like childhood Santa [G] Claus.
The good [C] slaves love the good book, [G] a rebel loves the cause. _ _ _
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_ I'm living on the [Em] 115, _ [G] you're darn right.
[D] _ Since I was 17, I've had [G] no one over me.
[Eb] He says, _ _ [Bb] amazing. _
[C] So what?
[G] Petrified wood processed, called timber down to rouge.
_ _ _ _ Don't interrupt [E] the sorrow, _ [G] _ darn right.
He says, we walked on the moon.
Be polite.
_ _ [Eb] Don't let up the sorrow.
[Bb] Death and birth and death and birth [C] and death and birth.
[G] He said, [E] bring that bottle kindly and I'll [G] pat your purse.
I've got a head full of [Gm] quandary and a [G] mighty, mighty, mighty purse.
[Gm] _ _ [G] _
_ _ _ 17 glasses, _ rye and wine.
[F] Milk of the [C] Madonna, _ [G]
clandestine.
_ [Eb] He don't let up the [G] sorrow.
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He lies and he [C] cheats.
[G] It takes a [E] heart like [G] Mary's these days when your man gets weak. _ _ _ _ _ _
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