Polaroids - Shawn Colvin Lost Concert Chords

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[G#m] _ _ [F#] Please no more therapy, [B] mother take [F#] care of me, piece me together with [G#m] your needle and thread.
[F#] Wrap me in eiderdown, [B] a lace from your wedding gown.
[C#] [F#] Hold me and lay me down [G#m] on your bed.
Put me [B] _ to a [F#] shoo, clock in and stitch on through.
[A] Taking back [F#m] home to you, smiling [C#] back home.
[F#] Singing back home to you, laughing back home to [G#m] you, dragging back home to you.
I [F#] was so weary then, a ugly [B]
[F#] American, thinner [B] than [F#] oxygen, and [G#m] tough as a whore.
[F#] You can lie to me, [B] but what's inside of me, [F#] nothing surprises [G#m] me anymore. _
_ [B] Glorious in [F#] Germany, kits in the [A] Tulleries, broken [D#] down fortresses in [C#] old Italy. _
[F#] Flaming his victory, [B] shot it in mystery, [G#m] he went running away.
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Back in our home New [B] York, walking these streets forlorn.
We [F#] all in our uniforms, black [G#m] and black, [F#] doing that slouch and [B] jive.
The artist must [F#]
survive, and we got all we need.
We cry, and we [G#m] don't look [F#] back.
[B] Thinking we hate, [F#] _ poised for the hit parade.
[F#m] Deep in our plates, the conceptual [C#] pair.
[F#]
Now that ever the mouth contends, he left without incidence, [G#m] just vanished into thin air. _ _
_ [F#] I am always amazed, [B] the words can fill up a [F#] page, and pages fill up the [B] days between [G#m] him and me.
[F#] The vows that we never keep, from bedrooms to business speak,
make me remember how [G#m] cheap words can be.
[B] And the letters I wrote you, [F#] they were those of the desperate [A] stuff,
like begging [F#m] for love in a suicide [C#] threat.
[F#] But I am too young to die, old for a lullaby, [G#m] tired for life on the ledge.
[F#] But I had a dream last [B] night, of lovers who walked the [F#] plank,
out on the edge of timeless [G#m]
ridicule.
[F#] They laughed as they rocked and reeled, [G#] over the mining field,
coming to [F#] rest on this [G#m] ship of fools.
[F#] [B] And he just took [F#] Polaroid, of her smile,
[A] beyond the light of the dawn of [F#m] the menacing [G#m]
[C#] sky.
[F#] And before they went overboard, [B] she turned and held out the card,
[G#m] and it said that Valentine. _ _
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