Chords for Frou-frou Foxes in Midsummer Fires

_ [Dm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _
_ _ [Dm] _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ [Dm] I'm a good man, let's get in the race.
Have the riches be, [D] they wore all their lips.
[Dm] Blossom to samples of God's reexaminations.
Beats an infant's [D] brain, my milk and butter they.
[Gm] _ _ _ _ [Am] _ _ _
_ [Bb] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Dm] I'm a good man, [D] let's get in the race.
[Dm] I'm a good man, let's get in the race.
Have the riches be, [D] they wore all their lips.
[Dm] Blossom to samples of God's reexaminations.
Beats an infant's brain, my milk and butter they.
[Gm] I'm _ [G] great, [Am] yeah yeah _ [Bb] yeah.
I'm not _ _ a girl, _ [Gm] _ _ _ [Am] I'm a super ninja.
[Bb] I'm _ nauseous. _ _ _
_ So it's hard to put her out of my vision. _ _
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[Eb] I'm a good _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Bb] man, _ _ _ _ _ _ _ let's get in the race.
Have the riches be, they wore all their lips.
Blossom to samples of God's reexaminations.
Beats an infant's brain, my milk [Eb] and butter they.
I'm a good man, let's get in the race.
Round and [Cm] round, [Eb] round and round.
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_ [Bb] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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[Dm] Look what I've become.
Who's a vessel of this?
I'm lost in a flare.
You're no compassion, let me finish what's over.
[D] _ You're my savior, [Dm] I'm your sister's eye.
I'm your scape to find you.
I'm one with love, [D] I'm scared and [Dm] amazed.
I'm an angel be, they wore all their lips.
Blossom to samples of God's reexaminations.
Beats an infant's brain, my milk and butter they.
_ Good man, [Gm] let's get in the [Am] race. _ _
[Bb] When I'm in the [Gm] water, _ [C] _
[Dm] I'm rising.
[Am] I'm singing for the ones that [Bb] are lost.
_ _ [C] _ _
_ [Dm] I'm singing for _ _ _ [C] _
the [Bb] ones that are _ [C] lost. _
_ [Dm] _ _ _ [Am] I'm singing for the ones [Bb] that _ _ [Gm] are lost.
_ [Bb] _
_ _ _ _ _ I'm _ singing _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Eb] _ _ _ for _ _ _ _ _ _ _ the ones [Bb] that are lost.
I'm _ singing for the ones that are lost.
Cherry colored like the northern beauty.
Pretty as the cream.
More than a tongue like a blue-eyed.
I'm your [Eb] sister's eye.
Round and _ _ round, round _ _ _ _ _ and round.
[Bb] Look what I've become.
Who's a vessel of this?
I'm lost in a flare.
You're my savior, I'm scared and amazed.
I'm an angel be, they wore _ _ _
_ [Eb] _ all their lips.
I'm singing for the lost. _
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