Tell Me Lies About Manchester Chords by Cabbage

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[A] [C] I'm John Gerald Postman's nephew. _
[A] [C] I'm Stephen _ Hanley's niece.
And [D] I'm a secret special agent _
[C] [D] with the Leavenstreet _ Police. _
[Gbm] [C] John Ryder is my cousin. _
[A] _ [C] Rowetta rubs my feet.
And [D] my dad builds Abigail Leaves.
[C] The [D] cat food was mine [Eb] to eat. _
[D] [C] So I'll stick my legs in Joe Blackbear's.
And [A] tell me lies about Manchester. _
[C] Oh, [A] tell me lies about Manchester.
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[C] _ saw the new [Am] Sex _ Pistols [C] at the Leicester Free Trade Hall.
I [D] don't think much to the Gallagher [Ebm] songs.
[C] But [D] I could have [Ebm] done more. _
[Db] [C] I've had a pint with every person who's ever played in the fall.
[D] And have had numerous trials for city. _
[C] [D] Cause I am Edgar on [Eb] the ball. _
[D] [C] So fill my ears with the Hassy and the [A] Classy.
[C] Stick my legs in Joe Blackbear's.
[A] And tell me lies about Manchester. _
[C] Oh, tell [A] me lies about Manchester. _ _
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_ [C] _ _ Oh, tell me _ lies [D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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about Manchester.
John Henshaw is my role [Gb] model.
[A] [C] I've looked for Eric twice.
But I [D] give money to [Bb] the homeless.
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And [D] get back through bags [Db] of spice.
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I wrote the _ manifesto. _
_ Cheap sums we've called mucks.
And [Bm] my poor dog has had shit to see. _
In every [D] single park. _
[C] So comb my eyes in the green.
Fill my ears with the Hassy and [A] the Classy.
[C] Stick my legs in Joe _ [A] Blackbear's.
And tell me lies about Manchester. _ _
Oh, tell me lies about Manchester. _ _ _
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So [C] I stop and click my finger. _
When things are going well.
I've [D] been backstage at the Apollo. _
[G] But there are tales [D] that I could tell.
I [C] kept the best things tight in a [Gm] clover. _
[A] [C] That sheath [Cm] that she's unhealed.
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[C] The [D] Picadilly rats are the [A] ones.
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[D] Who created the ecstasy [C] pill. _ _
So fill my nose with the baby and the whip.
_ Comb my eyes in the blue.
And through the rays.
Fill my ears with the Hassy and the Classy.
_ _ Stick my legs in Joe Blackbear's.
[Cm] [A] Tell me lies about Manchester. _ _
[C] Oh, [A] tell me lies about Manchester. _ _
[C] Oh, [A] tell me lies about Manchester. _ _
[C] Tell [A] me lies about Manchester. _ _ _
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Tell me lies.
Tell me sweet little [Gb] [C] lies.
Oh, tell me lies.
Tell me sweet little lies.
Oh, tell me lies.
Tell me sweet little lies.
Oh, tell me lies.
Tell me sweet little [A] lies. _
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