Chords for Olivia Chaney - Imperfections

Tempo:
87.3 bpm
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Bm

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E

B

Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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Olivia Chaney - Imperfections chords
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I'm crying on [Bm] a plane to New York, New [F#] York
No permit to [E] work nor play
Green [B] card, did you [F#] get a green card?
[G#] It's only a [E] short stay
Travelling alone, fans, [G#m] flames
[E]
[G#m] Smokeless, smouldering
I depart [F#m] without
[A] declaration
[C#m] Almost feeling [B] I could [A] become someone
Except for the hem of my [G#m] skirt's undone
Achilles [E] heel, a clumsy [B] hole
[A] Somebody stop me, burying [F#] my soul
Guilt [C#] ridden, [F#] provoking
One part my mother with a favour prompting
Stranger prodding to [G#m] see how things feel
Just [D#] [G#m] out of [D#] sight
[E] I'm [G#m] perfecting [E] imperfection
That's [G#m] what I tell myself
[E] [G#m] I tell myself that there [F#m] is [B] nobody else
[F#] The steward's a sleaze, lives in [E] Queens
Aims to please, to meet [F#] his kind of girl
See [B] the world, [G#] travel by [A#] token airfare
[E] And now I [B] lie on a gay friend's sofa
[F#]
Shakespeare's cockle throws a blanket over
[E] My many
[B] [G#m] Manhattan's, tourist whims
Meatpacking district, my [F#] Chelsea morning
He takes [Bm] us out for hard boiled [F#] eggs
Salt beef, peg loins, cockle eggs
[E] But the whiskey comes up [G#m] and the rain pours [F#] down
There's no real cure in this [A#m] gridlocked town
[D#m]
[Em] [Bm]
[G] [Bm] I'm perfecting [G] imperfection
That's what [B] I tell myself
[G] I [B] tell myself [Bm] there [Am] was [D] nobody else
[G] I'm [Bm] [G]
[A] perfecting imperfection
That's [A] what I'll tell them when the [G] flights are flung
[Bm] The men are all kissed when [Am] there's no one left [D] to eat
[Em] Still I feel the [B] edge of a shell [Bm] breaking
[A]
Not sure who's, [A] sure I'm not faking
[Em] When was my lord so un [Bm]-gently [A] tempered
Stopped his ears with my lack [Em] of
[F#] [Bm] repenter
[A]
My lack [Em] of
[F#m] [Bm] repenter
[A] My lack [Em] of [F#m] [Bm] repenter
[G] [A] [D] [G] [Bm]
[Em] [A] [G]
[Bm] [A]
[D] [G]
Key:  
Bm
13421112
A
1231
F#
134211112
E
2311
B
12341112
Bm
13421112
A
1231
F#
134211112
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I'm crying on [Bm] a plane to New York, New [F#] York
No permit to [E] work nor play
Green [B] card, did you [F#] get a green card?
[G#] It's only a [E] short stay
Travelling alone, fans, [G#m] flames
[E] _ _
[G#m] Smokeless, smouldering
I depart [F#m] without _
_ [A] declaration
[C#m] Almost feeling [B] I could [A] become someone
Except for the hem of my [G#m] skirt's undone
Achilles [E] heel, a clumsy [B] hole
[A] Somebody stop me, burying [F#] my soul
Guilt [C#] ridden, [F#] provoking
One part my mother with a favour prompting
_ Stranger prodding to [G#m] see how things feel
Just [D#] _ [G#m] out of [D#] sight
_ _ _ [E] _ _ I'm [G#m] perfecting _ _ [E] imperfection
_ That's [G#m] what I tell myself
[E] _ [G#m] I tell myself that there [F#m] is _ _ [B] nobody else
_ _ [F#] The steward's a sleaze, lives in [E] Queens
Aims to please, to meet [F#] his kind of girl
See [B] the world, [G#] travel by [A#] token airfare
[E] And now I [B] lie on a gay friend's sofa
[F#]
Shakespeare's cockle throws a blanket over
[E] My many _
[B] [G#m] Manhattan's, tourist whims
Meatpacking district, my [F#] Chelsea morning
He takes [Bm] us out for hard boiled [F#] eggs
Salt beef, peg loins, cockle eggs
[E] But the whiskey comes up [G#m] and the rain pours [F#] down
There's no real cure in this _ [A#m] gridlocked town
[D#m] _ _
_ [Em] _ _ _ [Bm] _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ [Bm] I'm perfecting _ _ [G] imperfection
_ That's what [B] I tell myself
[G] _ I [B] tell myself [Bm] there [Am] was _ _ [D] nobody else _ _
[G] I'm _ _ [Bm] _ _ [G] _
[A] perfecting imperfection
That's [A] what I'll tell them when the [G] flights are flung
[Bm] The men are all kissed when [Am] there's no one left [D] to eat _
[Em] Still I feel the [B] edge of a shell [Bm] breaking
[A]
Not sure who's, [A] sure I'm not faking
[Em] When was my lord so un [Bm]-gently _ [A] tempered
Stopped his ears with my lack [Em] of _
[F#] _ [Bm] repenter
_ _ [A] _ _ _
_ _ My lack [Em] of _
[F#m] [Bm] repenter
_ _ [A] My _ _ _ _ _ lack [Em] _ of [F#m] _ [Bm] repenter
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[Em] _ [A] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _
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