Chords for Paul Curreri - Letting Us Be

_ [F#] That's some rarest thing as gossip, or [B] asbestos in a closet, [C] but your hair feels [B] a little soaked as mine.
[C#m] _
You [F#] skip to [E] match our feet [A] as we're [G#m] skimming down the street, [F#] smallest army of all [C#m] time.
_ [F#] Yes, [E] _ _ _ _ [F#] _ _ _ [C#m] _
_ [B] _ [C#m] _ [G#m] _ _ _ [E] _ _
_ [C#m] _ _ [B] _ _ [F#m] _ _ [B] _
_ [C#m] _ _ all the way across the rump of Sweden, then the keep out [B] of the theater as [F#] the velvet rope now leads me.
[C#m] _
_ I catch a glimpse of your persona on the piano [B] in the corner, now [F#] we're swinging from the [C#m] chandelier, and I'm letting you be.
_ _ _ _ And I'm never [E] letting you be, _ _ you're letting [C#m] me be, [B] _ _ [F#] you're never [E] letting me be.
_ _ _ All the leaded hearts of certain buddies, then the [B] matches with the money, great men of things are gonna [C#m] change.
[F#] Every weekend before we know we got it, and as we kiss when something [B] counts, [F#] you [B] call my name, I call [C#m] God's name, I [E] call it.
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_ [A] _ [B] _ _ [C#m] _ _ [B] _ _
_ [E] _ _ [C#m] _ _ [F#] _ _ [A] _
[B] _ _ [C#m] _ _ [F#] Tux and gowns poured from some [G#] cathedral, and a laughing [B] group of heroes, our army pulls this quick [C#m] ten hundred.
Oh, that sweet revelation, and the echo of [B] tradition, we can do whatever we [C#m] want, like letting you be. _ _ _
And [E] never letting you be, _ _ _ you're letting [F#m] me be, _ _ [B] you're never [E] letting me be.
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_ [E] _ _ [C#m] _ _ [B] _ [A] _ _
[B] _ _ [C#] _ _ _ [G#m] _ _ [E] _
_ [C#m] _ [B] _ _ [A] _ _ [B] _ _
[C#m] _ _ Yeah, the world seems so open, nice [E] and [F#] weathered, we should [B] lean [D#] together, through candles smelting [C#m] into _ _ unwaxed.
Zines [F#] on roads that long [E] [C#] existed, through wicks that [B] have been twisted, [F#] thank God, love you, till it all goes bland. _
[B] All bland, _ [F#m] bland.
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_ Yeah, [G#] about the humble earth, silence, both set at [E] bust, and cut off by the wall picture flesh and water [C] it boiled.
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[D] Yeah, rolling rabbits, [Fm] vermin die, [G] but the monster and the child are days gone. _ _ _ _
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_ _ [D#] _ _ _ _ [G#] You're [E] letting me in.
_ _ _ _ _ [F#] _ _ [E] _ _ [C#m] _ _ [B] _ [F#] _ _
[B] _ _ [C#] _ _ [G#m] _ _ _ [E] _
_ [C#m] _ _ [B] _ [A] _ _ [B] _ _
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