Chords for 【Masø Rangers】Housewife Radio【SCB2-R1】

_ _ _ _ In matters of the heart, _ it's easy to find ourselves getting carried away.
_ We oftentimes resort to desperate measures
_ things like gambling _ _ _ alcohol _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ [G] _ _ [Am] _ _ _ 80 degrees, [Em] hand-dyed rubber [Am] is [Em] ironed out so dope.
_ _ [Am] _ [Em] Off-grain fabric tells the difference [Am] and [Em] tailored frequencies need to be [A] revamped.
_ [G] 7am is when the station puts [Am] us down.
We'll sing through the speaker while [G] the thread spins [Am] into place.
This is Everett, [G] yellow from [Am] _ _ _ _
_ [Em] _ _ [Am] the _ [G] rainbow.
_ Come on, [A] _ _ stop, [Dm] Sarge!
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The thread comes in tangles.
I see such [G] pretty [Am] things.
At that moment, the blue-pink [Bm] colors, I [Am] believe in the [D] sewing machine.
[Am] I lost my soul.
_ Memories inside [G] my heart are there [A] to grieve.
Color coded [B] by the love he gave to [A] me.
All his voices speak to [Em] me through the [Am] radio.
The person installed [D] the fabric on [Am] an ironing board.
Building models on [Bm] their tables [Am] isn't so.
Every day it feels like scenes are more than four. _ _ _
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_ [Em] _ _ [Am] _ _ [G] But in [Am] crash words, spread the [Em] siren [Am] of [G] his own _ _ _ [Am] rendition.
Liquid [G] sound [C] waves pour from [Em] my [Am] eyes.
My heart [G] cries out to you in [Am] desperation.
7am is when the station plays us down.
We'll sing through the speaker while [Em] the patterns go [Am] into place. _ _
[G] Unmistakably, he'll return [Am] alive.
[G] His color's off to show again.
Black and white, [N] and black, and white, and black, and white, and black, and white, and
No blue, and green, and yellow, and red, the radio only plays us.
Black and white, and black, and white, and black, and white, and black, and white, and
No blue, and green, and yellow, and red, the radio only plays us.
Black [B] and white, and black, and white, and black, and white, and black, and white, and
Blue, [A] blue, and green, and yellow, and red, the [Abm] radio only [A] plays us.
Black and white and black and white and black and white and black and white
You'll be screaming, yelling, and praying
[Bb] The radio only plays
[Bbm] Black and white and [Cm] _ _ _ _ [Bbm] _ _ _ _
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_ [Ab] _ _ _ [Bbm] black and white and black and white [Cm] and black _ [Bbm] and white
No blue and green and yellow
_ [Eb] _ _ [Bbm] _ _ Everything comes in different [Cm] colors
I [Bbm] believe in the sewing machine
I've locked myself
_ Memories inside [Cm] my heart
I've embedded [Bbm] with color
Color by the love he gave to me
All his voice speaks [Cm] to me
Through the [Bbm] radio
_ Pressing [Eb] body fabric on [Bbm] an ironing board
Losing balance on [Cm] the tables in [Bbm] his cell
Every day it feels like sins are more than 12 _ _
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