Chords for Crystal Fairy - Drugs on the Bus

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[C] Rose-pink and [Gb] hips of anaki, [Eb] hard cotton, [F] tense tail fingertips. _
[C] Bites [Gb] against your sleazy holes [Eb] of layered [F] bunions,
this modest crime, _ [C] _ [F] strips [Gbm] the curves, _
[Eb] you lazy [F] liar. _ _
[C] She [F] digs [Gbm] her way [Eb] out, you _ [Gb] long, [F] fluffy. _ _
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[Eb] _ _ _ [F] _ [C] _ When I turn and see to her, she's stuck in paintings of [Eb] _ _
[F] tears.
[Eb] _ [F] _ [C] _ Cause then nobody keeps approaching my _ under [Eb]-weight.
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Sometimes she knows _ _ [Eb] who [F] she is,
[Eb] _ [F] _ _ [C] deep on the giant envelope, she wants to fake [Eb] _
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Some fail, _ _ _ _ _ _
[Eb] [F] some [C] [Eb] lose, _ [F] _ _ [C]
next to grim times no one will [Eb] show.
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Just today's pay so shows the trots and it _ rocks. _ _ _ _
It's a man's certain type of ease, regulates her naivete.
It's the heart of the arts. _ _
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believe my foil crowns, make it show, that [Eb] please.
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And so the one I sweep up in a joke like no close [Eb] _ [F] _ [C] kiss.
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[C] _ She had the population, we're not seen.
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[C] No need to hide underground with markers of child.
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_ _ [Eb] _ [F] _ _ [C] _ [Eb] [F] Next _ [C] _ to grim times no one will [Eb] show.
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[C] _ _ Just today's pay so shows the trots and it _ rocks. _ _ _
_ It's a man's certain type of ease, regulates her naivete.
It's the heart of the arts.
_ _ _ _ _ _ Yes, she's all alone in the forest looking for a tree to undress.
Clips and skins, all the branches off, carves the letters of her name.
When suddenly a man [Gb] shows up the size of God, no smile or shame.
She doesn't give, she gives a damn, continues to unstrip the bark.
Restrains the root, she uses them to _ _ kite.
The Irish [N] Ice, the sun is born. _ _ _ _ _ _
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