Faster Chords by Manic Street Preachers

I hate purity.
[D] I hate goodness.
I don't want virtue to exist anyway.
[F#] I want [A] everyone corrupted. _ _ _ _
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Architects, they call me avatar.
_ _ I am air, they call me primitive.
I am purity, they call me coveted.
Holding you but I only miss you, sleep when I lay in.
_ _ [D] I am a apricot, [A] a virgin, a Nalaranthorn.
[D] Love is what I count, that woman [A] that it rots, that's how.
_ _ [D] Self-disgust, cast out, by present [A] honey and [F#] a dew-wicked [A] face.
[D] _ I'm a relative of Eden, [E] I'm only two-legged, one-twice my _ [A] pride now.
Some of them answer, _ [G] [F#] Nalaranthorn, [E] you're a [C#] spider, [B] but that's how.
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[A] I am all I think of to my breath, [G] a toothless, [F#] [E] precious, [C#] dead, [B] and heartless self.
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[E] _ _ _ [Em] _ [A] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ The first time you see yourself, naked and dry, soft skin of acne.
I'm a prostitute from town, here to live my true life.
This bitch I like to act like I am.
I know I believe in nothing but an un-a-thing.
_ _ [D] So you cannot stop the [A] bad air coming through my mind.
_ [D] _ Shadows I've had for [A] hours, too many people away.
_ [D] If you stand up for me now, [A] then you will be knocked down.
I've [D] been through one hell of a lot, self [E]-assured of, _ body [A] and all.
I am, some of them answer, _ [G] _ [F#] [E] Nalaranthorn, you're a [C#] spider, [B] but that's how.
I [E] _ _ _ _
[A] _ am all I think of to my breath, [G] a [F#] toothless, precious, [E] dead, [C#] and [B] heartless self. _
[E] I'm a prostitute from town, here to live my true life.
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_ _ _ _ [D] [A] So you cannot stop _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [F#m] the bad air coming [A] through my mind.
Shadows I've had for hours, too many people away.
If you stand up for me now, then you will be knocked down.
I am all I think of to my breath, a toothless, precious, dead, and heartless self.
The first time you see yourself, naked and dry, soft skin of acne.
I am all I think of to my breath, a toothless, precious, dead, and heartless self.
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