Chords for Marillion Bitter Suite

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_ _ _ A spider wanders aimlessly within the warmth of a shadow, [C#] not the regal creature of boulder
caves.
[D] But the poor, misguided, directionless familiar of some [B] obscure Scottish poet.
_ _ _ [A] The
mist crawls from the canal like some primordial phantom of romance [F#] to cuddle under a cascade
of neon pollen. _
[A] While I sit, tied to the phone like an expectant father, [F#] your carnation will
rot in a vase.
_ [D] A train sleeps in a siding, the driver guzzles another can [F#m] of lager,
[B] lager, _ _
[D] to wash away the memories of a Friday night [Bm] down at the club.
[B] _ _ _ [A] She was a wallflower
of sixty, she'll be a wallflower [F#] thirty-four. _ _ _ _
[A] Her mother called her beautiful, her daddy
[F#] said uh-huh.
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[G] _ _ The [D] sky was barren black and yellow [C] when I met [F#] Rita Link.
[Bm] She was paralysed
with a streetlight, [G] she refused to give her name.
[D] And a ring of fire bruises, [F#] they were
pins upon her arm.
[Bm] Two hundred francs for a sanctuary, [G] and she led me by the hand [D] to
a room of dancing shadows, [F#] where all the hearted disappears.
[Bm] And from the glowing tongues of
candles [G] I heard a whisper in my ear, [D] Jean-Tonc, Jean-Tonc, Jean [F#]-Tonc, Jean-Tonc, Jean-Tonc,
I _ [Bm] _ can hear your heart, I [G] can hear your heart, I can hear your, [D] hear your heart. _
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_ [D] It's [Dm] getting
late, you're [F] scribbling and [A#] scratching on the paper.
Something's gonna [Am] give under this
pressure.
The cracks are [A#] already beginning to show.
_ [Dm] It's too late, the [F] weekend career
[A#] girl never boarded the plane.
They said [Am] this could never happen again.
Oh, [A#] so wrong, so
wrong.
_ [Dm] This time [E] it seems to [C] be another [Am] misplaced rendezvous.
[Dm] This time [C] it's looking like [Am] another
misplaced rendezvous.
[F] With you, [Dm] _ [Am] the parallel [A#] of you, _ [Am] _
[A#] you.
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[Am] _ _ [D] _ [C] _ [Dm] _ _ [C] _ [Am] _
_ [A#] _ _ [D] On the [C] outskirts of [Dm] nowhere,
on the [C] ring road to [Am] somewhere, on the verge of [A#] indecision, I'll always take the [D] roundabout
[Am] way.
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[C] _ [Am] Waiting on the rain, [A#] for I was born [D] with a [C] habit [Dm] on [C] a sign.
[Am] The habit of the wind,
[A#] the swift thumb and the [D] sign of the rain. _ _ _ _ _ _ _