Chords for "GRACE" - Sage Francis [official video]
Tempo:
85.25 bpm
Chords used:
Eb
Abm
Db
Ab
E
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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Start Jamming...
[Eb]
[Abm] Patience is a virtue, virtue is a grace, grace is a little girl who wouldn't wash her face.
Grace is a virtue, virtue is a mean between two extremes, one of excess, one of deficiencies.
Patience is a virtue, virtue is a dirty [Eb] stain, cleanliness is mixed with godliness, it isn't worth the pain.
Grace is a virtue, virtue of the passion, and this is not a love ballad.
[Abm] You suggested with the um, to get me better again, that is unless, if we um, get together again.
But that ain't gonna happen ever again, send my well [Gb] wishes to your nutritionist, your dietician, your [Abm] pharmacist, your personal trainer, and your accomplices, your partners in thought crime.
Your criminal group thinkin' doctors online, there's a difference between what is and isn't, business and friendship, [Db] parental assistance and [Eb] an assistant.
A permanent [Ab] solution and a quick fix, a fit body and sound [E] mind.
A hundred hour weeks and dangerous amounts of down time, you got a [Db] lot to offer, but you're not an author.
[Eb] If I kill your persecution complex, that don't make you a [Ab] martyr.
Drop this styrofoam cross, you can't walk [E] on water, you can use it for flotation, not a flying saucer.
[Db] You suggested professional health, like [Eb] I wasn't mentally well, like what I was feeling wasn't mentally felt.
Duly noted, [Abm] you'll be quoted in the eulogy, it'll be passed off as poetry between you and me.
I know you know the difference between confession and conjecture, prosody and needing [Eb] to be lectured to a meter.
[Abm] The student becomes the teacher, the son becomes a [Eb] parent, from a scab to teamster.
The son becomes a [Bb] parent from a chemical imbalance [Eb] to a litany of habits, and this is not a love ballad.
[Abm] You should drown me in that womanhood or teach me how to swim.
Beat me with my own hands or tie down my limbs.
Suffer for my sins or let me suffer from [Ebm] within, but in the [Abm] end, this is not a love ballad.
We can battle with tattoos to cover up the bruises.
The first to show any sign of discomfort loses.
For the first time in a long time, you're not who my [Gb] muse is, and this is not a love ballad.
[Ab] I'm not thirsty, I've just got hungry eyes, and you look [E] appetizing from a distance.
They're a broken eye contact and disrepair.
[Db] Sometimes I disappear.
Oh, now you see [Eb] me.
I'm our Irish goodbye.
Other part, Harry [Ab] Houdini put my feet to the fire.
I got Satan on my [E] heels.
It's all about prestige.
Just wait for the reveal.
I got [Db] a new bag of tricks to turn.
A [Eb] new black magic woman bitch to burn.
So much for living learned.
Relations is a [Abm] virtue.
Virtue is a grace.
Grace is a little girl who wouldn't wash her face.
[Eb] [Abm]
[Eb]
Grace is a virtue.
The virtue of the pageant.
[Abm] Patience is a virtue, virtue is a grace, grace is a little girl who wouldn't wash her face.
Grace is a virtue, virtue is a mean between two extremes, one of excess, one of deficiencies.
Patience is a virtue, virtue is a dirty [Eb] stain, cleanliness is mixed with godliness, it isn't worth the pain.
Grace is a virtue, virtue of the passion, and this is not a love ballad.
[Abm] You suggested with the um, to get me better again, that is unless, if we um, get together again.
But that ain't gonna happen ever again, send my well [Gb] wishes to your nutritionist, your dietician, your [Abm] pharmacist, your personal trainer, and your accomplices, your partners in thought crime.
Your criminal group thinkin' doctors online, there's a difference between what is and isn't, business and friendship, [Db] parental assistance and [Eb] an assistant.
A permanent [Ab] solution and a quick fix, a fit body and sound [E] mind.
A hundred hour weeks and dangerous amounts of down time, you got a [Db] lot to offer, but you're not an author.
[Eb] If I kill your persecution complex, that don't make you a [Ab] martyr.
Drop this styrofoam cross, you can't walk [E] on water, you can use it for flotation, not a flying saucer.
[Db] You suggested professional health, like [Eb] I wasn't mentally well, like what I was feeling wasn't mentally felt.
Duly noted, [Abm] you'll be quoted in the eulogy, it'll be passed off as poetry between you and me.
I know you know the difference between confession and conjecture, prosody and needing [Eb] to be lectured to a meter.
[Abm] The student becomes the teacher, the son becomes a [Eb] parent, from a scab to teamster.
The son becomes a [Bb] parent from a chemical imbalance [Eb] to a litany of habits, and this is not a love ballad.
[Abm] You should drown me in that womanhood or teach me how to swim.
Beat me with my own hands or tie down my limbs.
Suffer for my sins or let me suffer from [Ebm] within, but in the [Abm] end, this is not a love ballad.
We can battle with tattoos to cover up the bruises.
The first to show any sign of discomfort loses.
For the first time in a long time, you're not who my [Gb] muse is, and this is not a love ballad.
[Ab] I'm not thirsty, I've just got hungry eyes, and you look [E] appetizing from a distance.
They're a broken eye contact and disrepair.
[Db] Sometimes I disappear.
Oh, now you see [Eb] me.
I'm our Irish goodbye.
Other part, Harry [Ab] Houdini put my feet to the fire.
I got Satan on my [E] heels.
It's all about prestige.
Just wait for the reveal.
I got [Db] a new bag of tricks to turn.
A [Eb] new black magic woman bitch to burn.
So much for living learned.
Relations is a [Abm] virtue.
Virtue is a grace.
Grace is a little girl who wouldn't wash her face.
[Eb] [Abm]
[Eb]
Grace is a virtue.
The virtue of the pageant.
Key:
Eb
Abm
Db
Ab
E
Eb
Abm
Db
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Eb] _ _ _
[Abm] Patience is a virtue, virtue is a grace, grace is a little girl who wouldn't wash her face.
Grace is a virtue, virtue is a mean between two extremes, one of excess, one of deficiencies.
Patience is a virtue, virtue is a dirty [Eb] stain, cleanliness is mixed with godliness, it isn't worth the pain.
Grace is a virtue, virtue of the passion, and this is not a love ballad.
[Abm] You suggested with the um, to get me better again, that is unless, if we um, get together again.
But that ain't gonna happen ever again, send my well [Gb] wishes to your nutritionist, your dietician, your [Abm] pharmacist, your personal trainer, and your accomplices, your partners in thought crime.
Your criminal group thinkin' doctors online, there's a difference between what is and isn't, business and friendship, [Db] parental assistance and [Eb] an assistant.
A permanent [Ab] solution and a quick fix, a fit body and sound [E] mind.
A hundred hour weeks and dangerous amounts of down time, you got a [Db] lot to offer, but you're not an author.
[Eb] If I kill your persecution complex, that don't make you a [Ab] martyr.
Drop this styrofoam cross, you can't walk [E] on water, you can use it for flotation, not a flying saucer.
[Db] You suggested professional health, like [Eb] I wasn't mentally well, like what I was feeling wasn't mentally felt.
Duly noted, [Abm] you'll be quoted in the eulogy, it'll be passed off as poetry between you and me.
I know you know the difference between confession and conjecture, prosody and needing [Eb] to be lectured to a meter.
[Abm] The student becomes the teacher, the son becomes a [Eb] parent, from a scab to teamster.
The son becomes a [Bb] parent from a chemical imbalance [Eb] to a litany of habits, and this is not a love ballad.
[Abm] You should drown me in that womanhood or teach me how to swim.
Beat me with my own hands or tie down my limbs.
Suffer for my sins or let me suffer from [Ebm] within, but in the [Abm] end, this is not a love ballad.
We can battle with tattoos to cover up the bruises.
The first to show any sign of discomfort loses.
For the first time in a long time, you're not who my [Gb] muse is, and this is not a love ballad.
[Ab] I'm not thirsty, I've just got hungry eyes, and you look [E] appetizing from a distance.
They're a broken eye contact and disrepair.
[Db] Sometimes I disappear.
Oh, now you see [Eb] me.
I'm our Irish goodbye.
Other part, Harry [Ab] Houdini put my feet to the fire.
I got Satan on my [E] heels.
It's all about prestige.
Just wait for the reveal.
I got [Db] a new bag of tricks to turn.
A [Eb] new black magic woman bitch to burn.
So much for living learned.
Relations is a [Abm] virtue.
Virtue is a grace.
Grace is a little girl who wouldn't wash her face.
[Eb] _ _ _ [Abm] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Eb] _ _ _ _
Grace is a virtue.
The virtue of the pageant. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Eb] _ _ _
[Abm] Patience is a virtue, virtue is a grace, grace is a little girl who wouldn't wash her face.
Grace is a virtue, virtue is a mean between two extremes, one of excess, one of deficiencies.
Patience is a virtue, virtue is a dirty [Eb] stain, cleanliness is mixed with godliness, it isn't worth the pain.
Grace is a virtue, virtue of the passion, and this is not a love ballad.
[Abm] You suggested with the um, to get me better again, that is unless, if we um, get together again.
But that ain't gonna happen ever again, send my well [Gb] wishes to your nutritionist, your dietician, your [Abm] pharmacist, your personal trainer, and your accomplices, your partners in thought crime.
Your criminal group thinkin' doctors online, there's a difference between what is and isn't, business and friendship, [Db] parental assistance and [Eb] an assistant.
A permanent [Ab] solution and a quick fix, a fit body and sound [E] mind.
A hundred hour weeks and dangerous amounts of down time, you got a [Db] lot to offer, but you're not an author.
[Eb] If I kill your persecution complex, that don't make you a [Ab] martyr.
Drop this styrofoam cross, you can't walk [E] on water, you can use it for flotation, not a flying saucer.
[Db] You suggested professional health, like [Eb] I wasn't mentally well, like what I was feeling wasn't mentally felt.
Duly noted, [Abm] you'll be quoted in the eulogy, it'll be passed off as poetry between you and me.
I know you know the difference between confession and conjecture, prosody and needing [Eb] to be lectured to a meter.
[Abm] The student becomes the teacher, the son becomes a [Eb] parent, from a scab to teamster.
The son becomes a [Bb] parent from a chemical imbalance [Eb] to a litany of habits, and this is not a love ballad.
[Abm] You should drown me in that womanhood or teach me how to swim.
Beat me with my own hands or tie down my limbs.
Suffer for my sins or let me suffer from [Ebm] within, but in the [Abm] end, this is not a love ballad.
We can battle with tattoos to cover up the bruises.
The first to show any sign of discomfort loses.
For the first time in a long time, you're not who my [Gb] muse is, and this is not a love ballad.
[Ab] I'm not thirsty, I've just got hungry eyes, and you look [E] appetizing from a distance.
They're a broken eye contact and disrepair.
[Db] Sometimes I disappear.
Oh, now you see [Eb] me.
I'm our Irish goodbye.
Other part, Harry [Ab] Houdini put my feet to the fire.
I got Satan on my [E] heels.
It's all about prestige.
Just wait for the reveal.
I got [Db] a new bag of tricks to turn.
A [Eb] new black magic woman bitch to burn.
So much for living learned.
Relations is a [Abm] virtue.
Virtue is a grace.
Grace is a little girl who wouldn't wash her face.
[Eb] _ _ _ [Abm] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [Eb] _ _ _ _
Grace is a virtue.
The virtue of the pageant. _ _ _