Chords for The Smiths - Cemetry Gates - The Queen Is Dead [1986]

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_ _ _ _ _ _ [G] I dreaded sunny days, though I meet you at the cemetery [C] gates.
Keats [D] and Yates are [G] on your [C] side.
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I dreaded sunny days, though I meet you at the [C] cemetery gates.
Keats [D] and Yates are [Em] on your [C] [D] side.
[C] While, [G] while, I live on mine. _ _
So we go inside, and we gravely read [C] the stones.
All those people, [D] all those lives, [G] where are they [C] now?
[G] Oh, with love and hate and passions just [C] like mine.
They were born and [D] then they lived and [G] then they [C] died.
[D] Seems so [C] unfair, [D] I [G] want to cry.
You, [Bm] sir, throw the thunder salutation [G] to the dawn.
[Bm] And you claim these words [D] as your [G] own.
[C] That I've read well and [D] I've heard them said.
A [G] hundred times, maybe less, [F] maybe _ more.
[G] You must write prose and [G] poems, the words you [C] use to be your own.
Don't [D] plagarize or [G] take on [C] loan.
[G] There's always someone somewhere with a big [C] nose, nose.
And trips you [D] up and laughs [Em] when you [C] fall.
Will [G] trip you [C] up [D] and laugh [G] when you fall.
You [Bm] say, long, don't do [G] justice.
_ _ [Bm] Words which could only [G] be your own.
_ [C] And then produce the text [D] from whence was ripped
[Em] some dippy whore, eighteen hundred and [F] four.
_ _ [G] I dread a sunny day, so let's go where we're happy.
And I meet you at [C] the cemetery gates.
Oh, Keats [D] and Yates [G] are on your [C] side.
[G] I dread a sunny day, so let's go where we're wanted.
And I meet you [C] at the cemetery gates.
[D] Keats and [G] Yates are on your [C] side.
But you [D] lose, [C] with [D] whale below the white.
[G] It's off in the mines. _ _
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