The Sea Is A Good Place To Think Of The Future Chords by Los Campesinos

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[G#m] I grabbed hold of the rest of my hand-clothed room.
I [B] said, you've taken the diet too far, you've got to let it slip.
But [G#m] she's not eating again, she's not eating again, [B] she's not eating again, she's not eating again.
I asked her to speak French and [C#m] then I needed her [D#] to translate.
[F#] I get the feeling she makes the [D#m] meaning more [F#] significant.
She [E] was always far too pretty [G#] for me to [F#] believe in a single word she said, [D#m] believe a word [F#] she said.
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[C#m] fourteen her mother died in a routine operation, [E] allergic reaction to a general anesthetic.
[C#m] The rest of the teens _ experimenting with prescriptions, [E] a futile attempt to know more than the doctors.
_ [A] She's held with a dream, I've tied them to [B] her shoulders, waiting [G#m] for [B] [A] the tide to drag her to [C#m] the ocean.
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_ This thing [G#m] hurts [B] like [A] _ hell.
_ _ But what did you [C#m] expect?
_ _ [E] And all you can hear is the sound of your own heart.
_ And all you can feel is [F#] your lungs' blood [C#m] and the blood course. _
_ And all I [E] can see [A] is [E] five hundred years that stand ahead of me.
_ Five hundred behind.
A [F#] thousand [E] years [C#m] in perfect symmetry. _
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[E] There's no left wrist, right finger through all the sudden states on [F#] every video games machine.
[B] They call her [F#] triple A, [E] they're a racist on the radio [G#m] trying to give up smoking.
[F#] The chat shows the jokes you [B] have to wait for the [F#] government [A] program.
Talk about your politics and I wonder if you could be one of them.
[C#m] But you could never kiss a Tory boy without wanting to cut off your tongue again.
[E] The place to look to the future is when you were sad to see [C#m] with a sword up to your ankle.
And if you were the end of the pier, you [E] may look down at your model's feet.
A voice that you just put away.
[A] And the weather here is overcast and the sea is the [E] same shade of grey.
[B] So the landscape before you looks just like the edge of the world.
But [A] to the left side and the right side, [C#m] either way it's a crazy golf [B] course.
The sea is a good place [A] to think _ [E] about the [C#m] future.
_ _ _ [E] _ And all you can hear is the sound of your heart.
_ And all you can feel is [F#] one's blood [E] [C#m] and the blood course. _
_ _ Oh, [E] I can't see.
A hundred years that's set ahead of me.
A hundred _ behind.
A [F#] thousand [E] years in [F#] perfect [C#m] symmetry.
A [G#m] thousand [E] years, they're getting rid of [A] me.
A thousand [E] years in perfect symmetry.
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