Chords for Cruella

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_ [E] _ _ [D] How the story [F#] rolls, [A] magic's taught and [E] history's known.
A [D] glory hole, [F#] [A] is throughgaze her [E] eyes of gold.
[D] Those veins run [F#] cold, [A] mystery's wife [E] evades the soul.
[D] Scaring through and [F#] fro, [A] _
_ [E] _ tearing through to sew.
[F#] As [A] she makes her darling [E] groan, _ [D] hoarding all the shoals.
Now her evil [A] highness [E] woes, _ [D] _ [F#] kind of like [A] Shakespearean prose.
[D] Without the rose, [F#]
[A] having as she [E] sews.
_ [D] Cruella grows, [F#]
horrors and [Am] gasps [E] bestow, so let [D] the horror flow.
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_ [E] Black [D] and white hair, [F#] _ [A]
elegantly [E] goth and brave.
[D] A moment flare, which crests [A] her cruel and creepy [E] face.
[D] Always from the air, [F#] [A] circling wonder's [E] heifer face.
In her head which filled [D] her space, [F#] was the one [A] dilation [E] face.
As [D] she hates her fate, nothing keeps [A] her starting [E] face.
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And [A] the biggest [E] mistake, [D] that Cruella [F#] made.
[A] Was that she left her cave, and started to [F#] rain.
And the [A] love for her fades, [D] our feelings won't [F#] change.
[A] So my darling [E] Cruella, [D] we see through the grave.
[F#m] _
_ [E] She never [D] leaves, she never leaves, she never [F#m]
[E] leaves.
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_ [E] In her [D] cold lair, _ [A] _ _
[E] lovely as [D] hen and rare.
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[E] White and real [D] silver lair.
[F#] And [A] they fell [E] again, daunting is [D] so fair.
[F#] There's no [A]
reason to [E] part from her [A] cold lair.
_ [F#] [A] As all of the [E] loveliest [D] and rare.
[F#m] Things [A] which bite then at [E] first, but she'll [Dm] soon wear.
_ [F#m] [A] She's original [E] spark from [D] this nowhere.
_ [F#] [A] Taking toll through [E] the dark, [D] private's love affair.
_ [F#] [A] As she listens [E] for barks in [D] the night's air.
[F#] [A] Always searching [E] for marks from [D] the white hair.
[F#m] [A] She's original [E] spark from [D] this nowhere.
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_ [E] Who [D] is so fair?
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