Chords for Los Campesinos! - Every Defeat A Divorce (Three Lions)

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I am [F#m] mother of Christ, [B] although my [D] knees are ivory _ woodworms,
[G] _ and [F#m] mealworms I miss her for lunch, [D] rotting in my gut. _ _ _
[A] With childhood of [Em] fingernails, I rip [D] my throat [G] to shreds.
_ _ I walk the [A] chimes like church [G] bells, from all these loose joints in my legs. _ _ _
_ _ [Bm] These three lions who was hidden on my [Em] chair, clawing [D] hard into my skin as I am gasping for my breath.
And this day [G] he's paid lots of castles on this scratchy day of last.
As to [F#] school I fold my apples and go [F#m] to sudden [Bm] death.
They whisper really all these monster [Em] circles, hope for breath.
And all these [D] castles, tools of nature spreading good intentions.
And as I [G] stumble I would up the hills away, and used to live.
Always [F#m] I would hide my [Bm] tears from all the tears of wishes.
These things rattle round my head.
If he [Em] hasn't blown the whistle then it isn't [Bm] quite the [G] end.
Will he defeat the divorce, [Bm] or will I live [G] surprise?
It's part for the [D] course I guess.
_ _ [G] Will he defeat the [Bm] divorce, or will I live [G] surprise?
It's part for the course [D] I guess.
_ [G] And I really know [Bm] now, what I thought I knew then.
[F#] You can [G] lead a horse to water, but [Bm] it won't [F#m] drown the sand.
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This one [D] family photograph always floats to the top, like a beaming bloated corpse.
So [Bm] having been made up, my memories are sepia.
But the photograph is not, and [D] historian is fucking with them.
Steadily I have [G] stride.
[Bm] Well I stand in the kitchen, nearly sundered and afraid.
[D] Though I dingle across the counter with a smile of quite the fear.
All the sittings [G] are the same, but every other thing is strange.
[D] Forget everything you know, as though you're mad when [Bm] time strains.
I smoke up the [Em] side and have a golden air, I don't care.
[D] When busking was my way, I knew my muscle might care.
Now I've been walking [G] down this road, crossing the alleys and the cars.
[D] I'm not scared of the shadows and the blackness [Bm] of my eyes.
These things matter around my [Em] head.
If he hasn't blown the whistle then it isn't [G] quite the end.
[Bm] Will he defeat the divorce, or will I live surprise?
[G] It's part for the course [D] I guess.
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_ [G] But how could I [D] refuse? _
_ [G] I feel like Tyler [D] Lewis when I lose.
_ [Bm] And I don't even know _ [D] what I thought I knew [F#] then.
[G] You can really go horse to water, [F#] but it [D] won't drag you down.
It won't drag you down, sir.
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