Sunday's Pretty Icons
Intro
F C F C G Em G E
Am F
There is no hole in which to hide
Am Em
There is no plane to catch
Am F
No hope, tell them that's warm enough
Am G E
No rent to a room that's quiet
Am F
A friend I've known through six degrees
Am Em
Comes down to where I hide
Am F
A friend I've known through dreams and prayers
Am G C
She comes back to my side
C F
You're so far from wanting to talk
C G Em
You're so far from wanting to say something good
G E
Feel something good
Am F
The sea cries of loves of girls
Am Em
The sea cries of boys
Am F
The storm, we are the both of us
Am G C
Too close to ever love
C F
Whisky from the island of Sun
C G
Whisky from the year you were born
Em G E
Tastes like kidnap and ransom and exile
Am F
Somebody asked me what hell was like
Am Em
Somebody asked me for help
Am F
Somebody asked me what hell was like
Am G F C
Lunging and happening, parting of souls
F C
Every girl you ever admired (Every boy you ever desired)
F C
Every love you ever forgot (every person that you)
F C
despised is forgiven
G Em Bm A Em Bm Fm# F#
F Dm Am G Dm Am Em E X3 (until fade)
By Ricky Gerbilsky.
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