Chords for The Sherpas: Poetic Justice (September 2011, Uncle Calvin's)

[C] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Dm] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ _ [Em] Put this song on my friend Buddy Mamba.
[Dm] _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ [Am] _ _ _ _ [Dm] _ _
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_ _ _ _ [Dm] _ _ [C] So I was not the one [Bb] you wanted, _ _ _ _ _ _ [C] or you can see I'm [F] _ _
[Bb] _ reconciled. _ _ _ _
Must [F] you be so [C] disappointed? _ _ _
_ _ _ Can [F] you not carry on [C] in style?
_ _ Is it too much to say we loved [Bb] hard till the world fell [F] back in place and left us where we [C] are?
_ _ _ _ [F] _
_ I feel like [C] the king when the queen loses her sleep.
[F]
All the progress [Bb] you need to tear [F] down the gate.
While the whole [C] palace slept and I [Am] never rang the bell.
[F] Maybe that's poetic [Bb] justice, _ but it's pretty [F] hard to tell. _ _
_ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _ [Dm] _
_ When [F] the fortune [Bb] wheel is _ luck, _ _ [Dm] _ _ [F] his fortune's a dirty [Bb] joke. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [F] When the player's [C] chance of winning _ _ is [Gm] _ _ _
[C] diminished by his own. _ _
Can't [Dm] you laugh just to think [F] of the gold we had [Bb] running through our hands.
[F] _ We were [C] all wrong. _
_ _ _ [F] _ _ _ I feel like the [C] king when the queen [Dm] loses her sleep.
[F] And the crowd [Bb] rushes to tear down [F] the gate.
And declare what [C] was mine, stole from [G] someone else.
Maybe that's poetic [Bb] justice, but it's pretty [F] hard to tell.
_ It's [A] hard to tell _ _ why solid [F] ground surprised us when [Bb] we fell.
_ It's [F] hard to _ say it's [A] life or death.
With just [F] so many bitter [C] words beneath [Bb] your breath. _ _
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[Dm] _ _ _ _ _ [Bb] _ _ _
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_ [C] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [F] _ _ _ [C] _ _
_ _ _ [Dm] Is it too much [C] to say we [F] loved hard till the [Bb] world fell back [F] in place and left us where we [C] are?
I _ _ _ [F] _
_ _ feel like [C] the king when the queen [Dm] loses her sleep.
And [C] the crowd _ [Bb] rushes to tear down the [F] gate.
And declare what was [C]
mine, _ [A] stole from [Dm] someone else.
Maybe [F] that's poetic [Bb] justice, but it's pretty [F] hard to tell.
I feel like [C] the king when the queen loses her sleep.
[F] And the crowd [Bb] rushes in, _ raise a [F] gallows pole.
And declare what they [C] must do, I'm [F] doing it to myself.
Well, if that's poetic [Bb] justice, _ how can anybody?
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_ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _
_ _ [Dm] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Bb] _ _ _ _ _ _ [F] _
_ _ _ Aye, aye, [C] aye. _
_ _ _ [D] Aye, aye, _ [C]
aye.
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