The Pillow Chords by Ub40

[Cm] _ _ _ _ [Am] _ [C] _ [Fm] _ [C] _
_ _ [Cm] _ [G] _ [C] _ _ _ [G]
[C] This mouth of yours we pass it by, and when it's up with the job, she shrugs and whispers
gay so right, and sends it over to the key.
_ Her face is etched with memories, she finds no joy amid the slumber, it's hard when you've
been bared to feed, so she sends it [G] to [Cm] the key.
[C] _ _
[F] Days like one she wears her head, the beauty [Bb] of an [F] empty bed, she dreams of [Bb] happy [F] days
instead of good days.
[C] This mouth of yours, _ _ _ [Fm] _ [C]
she swaps the dreams of shining eyes for bushy smiles and money
ties, for nameless faces in the streets.
Her face is etched with _ _ _ _ memories, _ she finds no joy _ amid the slumber, it's hard when you've
been bared to feed, so she sends it to the key. _ _
[F] Days like one [Bbm] she wears [F] her head, the beauty [Bb] of an [F] empty bed, she dreams of [Bb] happy days
[F] instead of good days.
[C] Empty mouth.
_ [Am] _ _ _ [F] _ [C] _
_ This mouth of yours, it's not the same, it's made of clay like gold, _ it's made of metal
and she turns it to the key. _
_ She _ _ _ _ _ [F] takes a blade and breaks it, so it lashes with frown, because [C] the white glassy [F] knife
may go deep, [C] and she turns it [F] to [Cm] the [Bb] key.
[C] _ [F] Sunlight keeps across her head, red beauty [Bbm] in a [F] crimson bed, no dreams of [Bb] happy days
[F] and then she's left no more.
_ [C] Empty mouth. _
_ [Fm] _ _ [C] _ [Cm] _ [C] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _
[C] _ _ _ [Am] _ _ _ [Bb] _ [C] _
_ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ [Bb] _
[C] _ _ _ [Bb] _ _ [Ab] _ [Bb] _ [C] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [F] _ [C] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [F] _ [C] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [F] _ [C] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [F] _ [C] _
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