Chords for Fright Lined Dining Room

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_ [Em] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _
[Em] _ _ _ _ _ [Bm] _ _ [C] _
[Em] _ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ [D#m] _
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[Em] _ _ _ [B] _ _ [F#] _ _ _
_ _ [B] _ _ _ [F#] I am [E] _ _ _ [B] _ _ the truth, true, true, and I confine excitement, [G] fluently, a solid, I am the truth,
as [E] I can busk [B] sharp.
_ With wealth presenting, merry-menting, I know all too well I shouldn't
[F#] play the key [E] up in the lock.
And the tools blitz the flame, revealing silken fits in
the pipeline, dining room, throw a gaze towards them while they feed. _ _
_ _ [C] _ _ _ [G] _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ [Bm] _ _ [G] _ _ [Em] _
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[E] _ _ _ [B] _ They drag [E] their heels when you're not there to crack the whip.
And [B] the weeds [Em] wait to burst, like a _ sachet of brite.
_ [Bm] The [B] old _ [Em] _
pantomime villain _ [B] follows my coat, and he eyes his wearing hands, and he spies
through the [G#] slats.
And meanwhile [Bm] in the desert's zoning, costumes
chop the cowl's hang, and wait to rot away the identities of the [B] willing. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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[B] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [C] _
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_ _ _ _ Ram bites the sugar in the night, rocketing shutter doors, despite the shop not opening
for hours.
You can't hit, slap, and whistle, and try
to avoid the top, as [Bm] I scribble over dribble [B] you with snoring showing [G] arms.
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The tools blitz the flame, revealing silken fits in the pipeline, dining [E] room, throw a
gaze towards them [Bm] while they feed.
_ _ [G] _ _ _ [Em] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [C#] _ _ _
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