Josh Pyke – When Your Colours Go (Guitar)

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I am the colour of an autumn flurry of leaves in a breeze for you

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And I am a study in hues of grey and the blue of a broken day for you

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Oh the hurry, the press of your body in the embers of an afternoon

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Now I spend my money on something stupid, trying to believe I belong to you

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Oh when the colours go, when the colours go they won't come back

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You strip me right, you strip them right out so maybe you would welcome that

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And I don't know where your colours go, but if your colours go I won't come back

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I won't come back, but maybe you would welcome that

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Oh we linger in the cold comfort of each other in your bedroom

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And we are the colour of something borrowed, trying to believe we're something new

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And oh when your colours go, when your colours go they won't come back

    C           G                               C               F
You strip me right, you strip them right out so maybe you would welcome that

    C         G                                       C            F
And I don't know where your colours go, but when your colours go I won't come back

    C           G                             C               F
You strip me right, you strip me right out so maybe you would welcome that

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I won't come back, but maybe you would welcome that

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  And in this garden we were barely kept

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  So maybe more should be less

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  We're only antique blooms, on an unmade bed

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And oh when your colours go, when your colours go I won't come back

    C            G                              C               F
You strip me right, you strip them right out so maybe you would welcome that

    C         G                                       C               F
And I don't know where your colours go, but when your colours go they won't come back

    C           G                             C               F
You strip me right, you strip me right out so maybe you would welcome that

    C         G                                       C               F
And I don't know where your colours go, but when your colours go they won't come back

     C          F         Em                        G
They don't come back, and maybe you would welcome that

    C                            F         Am
And I am the colour of an autumn flurry of leaves in a breeze for you

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And I am a study in hues of grey and the blue of a broken day for you