Chords for Thought Crime

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[Gb] I want you to be [Db] _ _ [Ebm] _ _ _
[B] my [Db] best friend.
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[B] I [Db] want _ [Ebm] _ _ _
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[B] you to be my best friend.
Buddy like [Gb] yourself, true and [Eb] kind,
would never understand the seeking part of mine.
[B] Cursing other people, this is [Db] what I do best.
And [Eb] so I write songs [Gb] past this time.
[Ab] I've always dreamed of [Db] being on TV,
to hear the audience lovingly praise me.
[B] For knowing this, I'll [Db] make this nice, [Ab] sharp scoopy. _ _
[Eb] Hear the crash of glass [Bb] being pounded at,
[B] the tearing noise of a [Db] piece of paper torn to [Eb] shreds.
And the setting [Bb] sun after goodbye,
it's [B] sad, it's just so lovely. _
[Db] Even that much is plain to see, the [B] birds cry out [Db] their song
[Bbm] in the sunset.
[Gb] The [B] empty ache [Db] I feel [Gb] starts to sing a [Ebm] swan song too.
And [B] yet you linger [Bbm]
still in the shadows,
[Ebm] standing [B] on your toes, [Db] sky of flaming [Ebm] red hues.
Slipping [B] off my tongue [Gb] was my goodbye [B] to you.
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[Gb] I want it to be seen, I want to love,
[Ebm] ready to dream the people talk about.
Just [Ab] another beggar begging for [Db] it to be.
I'm [Eb] lazy, hurry and [Gb] satisfy me.
[Ab] Somebody like [Eb] yourself wouldn't get the sickly jealousy
that simmers in my chest.
[B] Always looking for an opportunity [Db] to hit,
it's a [Bb] strike and back.
Oh, I [Ebm] hear the crash of glass [Bbm] bottle striking limbs,
[B] blaring noise the guitar [Db] makes as the speed slams.
[Ebm] These regrets of you [Bbm] wait to make amends,
[B] though it's lovely, just so softly.
[Eb] That even that much is [Db] plain to see.
The [B] words [Gb] relinquish me, down upon me.
[B] December slowly [Db]
creeps [Gb] into my [Ebm] September heart.
And [B] in the spring, the [Gb] mist in the mountains rises [B] in the sky.
And [Db] summer following [Ebm] behind, _ caressing both [B] my cheeks.
As the breeze passes by.
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[Gb] Somebody like yourself, true and kind,
[Eb] would never understand the sinking heart of mine.
I'm [B] no good at living, but I don't want to die.
And so [Db] I write songs of past time.
[Gb] I feel it every [Db] day, the words of hate,
the [Ebm] shrewdness, cunt of everybody as they look my [Gb] way.
That's why I only write songs that hurt other [Bbm] people now. _ _
[B] It's all for that a soul, [Db] the one that you're here [Ebm] now. _ _
_ _ _ I want [B] to drink your [Db]
words down [Ebm] completely.
I use [B] my hands to [Db]
hold them, [F] nowhere to put [Gb] them in.
One day [B] my drought [Db] will no doubt [Ebm] diminish.
But until [B] it does, [Db] waiting here until [Ebm] then.
_ The birds [B] cry out [Ab] their song in [Bbm] the sunset.
I beg [B] the tempting [Db] ache to turn [Bbm] itself into a tune
and say [B] goodbye to you in [Bbm] the sunset.
Waiting for [B] the night to [Db] come, drown me in [Ebm] blue.
Slurping off [B] my tongue is my goodbye to you.
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