Chords for Shawn Colvin - Kill The Messenger (Live)

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_ [Am] Jane, it sure looks [F] like rain, these [C] Canadian plains and their wind [G]-blown air. _
[C] Oh Jane, the bruised-colored clouds, the [F] smell of [G] the ground and the [C] [G] ripening air.
[Bb] Now I've seen you in your fluttering dress and your dry [Dm] face of [C] steel,
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you're [G] dragging your red rowing boat across [C] the [F] forever _ _ _ fields.
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See Jane, something's [F] gone dead inside [C] my head, there's nothing [G] but fear. _
Oh Jane, [Am] the rivers of [F] grief and the tears of [C] relief, seeing the ages [G] from here.
Sometimes [Bb] the beauty of life, it's like lightning washing [F] everything [C] clear. _ _ _
And [Dm] these dimmers of doubt flicker, fade [C] out and [F] disappear. _ _ _ _ _
[Bb] But _ Jane, that [C] is a luxury, there are those of little [G] faith it seems,
and [C] they beg for truths [F] like charity, and [C] I see them on every [G] street corner.
They [Bb] are holding [Am] out one righteous hand, [C] while the other leads [G] the marching band,
[C] in the shadow-helm of [F] the scratch-man, [C] heed the message, [G] kill the _ [Am]
messenger.
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_ _ _ _ _ [G] _ Oh [Am] Jane, I heard you [G] found love, wrinkling up from [C] the mud on the shores of [G] Granville.
You have a [Am] Jane in the wink of an [F] eye, [G] the naysayers fly like the [C] hounds at [G] your heels.
[Am] Oh it's Jane, they'll whisper [G] your name, and you won't feel the chains, you won't see the moss.
_ Oh Jane, there's an art to this game, the aesthetics of love, the [C] athletics [G] of loss.
_ [Bb] Sometimes someone drifts by an arm that's getting entwined [F] in the [G] sea.
[F] _ _ [C] _ [Dm] And in time I might find they still mean [F] something to _ _ me.
_ [Bb] But Jane, [Am] that is a luxury, there [C] are those of little [G] faith it seems,
and [Am] they pull me down like [F] gravity, [C] and I see them on every [G] street corner.
_ [Bb] They are masters in [Am] this light of hand, [C] they are dancers and [G] they step so grand,
[Am] to the shimmerless of [F] shadow-land, _ [C] heed the message, [G] kill the [Bb] messenger. _
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