Chords for The Faint - Glass Danse [Paul Oakenfold Remix] [Lyrics Included]

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_ [Cm] _ _ _ _ [D] _ They'll call Pearl [A] _ swirling and do
[Dm] But come back, keep [A] the riddle I've called [Dm] out
Will a dispensing [Eb] death leave me groan?
Or did time dispense [D] its trance? _
Glass half [Eb]-closed, beggars on [Dm] end
Will the wind wash your ancient body?
Maybe I feel the [Eb] same as my face
But they're [Dm] shy to listen
The century's not that I'm familiar
I call them bodies, [Eb] but they are the dead
[Dm] To cheer, to unveil, for social glam
[D] I feel the abnation
[G] Will [F] the wind wash your ancient [D] body?
Maybe I _ [G] feel the same as my face
_ [D] But they're shy to [E] listen
The [D] century's not that I'm familiar
_ _ [G] _ _ _ [D] I shall hear a [Eb] clearness
[Dm] Of with the breath of [A] rigid air
_ He's been [D] made of [Eb] baby's old [D] rose
They'd ask the sirens to fence her
[Cm] _ Before cannabis, [Dm] _
I'd fight
[Eb] Be five feet in a pump [A] and a pump
And a rhyme in the city _
Glass half [Eb]-swirled, beggars on a gun
[Dm] I go half in the night
_ _ _ Maybe I feel the [Eb] same as my face
But they're [Dm] shy to listen
The century's not that I'm familiar
I call them bodies, [Eb] but they are the dead
[Dm] To cheer, to unveil, for social glam
[C] I feel the [Dm] abnation
Maybe I feel the [Eb] same as my face
But they're [Bb] shy to listen
The [F] century's not that I'm familiar
[Dm] I call them bodies, [Eb] but they are the dead
[Dm] To cheer, to unveil, for social glam
I feel the abnation
I feel the abnation _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ The glass dance _ _
_ _ The glass dance _ _
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We're [Eb] sensitively weak from the amount of [Dm] time you've spent in transit
The glass half-swirled, beggars on a gun
We're going from [Dm] your ancient body
Maybe I feel the [Eb] same as my face
But they're [Dm] shy to listen
The century's not [D] that I'm familiar
I call them bodies, [Eb] but they are the dead
[Dm] To cheer, to unveil, for social glam
[F] I feel the abnation
Maybe I feel [Eb] the same as my face
But they're [Dm] shy to listen
The century's not that I'm familiar
I call them bodies, but [Eb] they are the dead
[Dm] To cheer, to unveil, for social glam
I [D] feel the abnation _
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