Los Campesinos! – The Sea Is A Good Place To Think Of The Future (Guitar)

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I grabbed hold of her wrist and my hand closed from tip to tip

        B
I said “you’ve taken the diet too far, you have got to let it slip”

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But she’s not eating again, she’s not eating again, 

            B
She’s not eating again, she’s not eating again.

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I ask her to speak French and then I need her to translate,

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I get the feeling she makes the meaning more significant.

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She was always far too pretty for me to believe in a single word she said, believe a word she said.

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At fourteen her mother died in a routine operation, 

       E
From allergic reaction to a general anesthetic. 

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She spent the rest of her teens experimenting with prescriptions, 

      E
In a futile attempt to know more than the doctors.

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She said one day to leave her, sand up to her shoulders 

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waiting for the tide

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to drag her to the ocean, to another sea’s shore.

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This thing hurts like hell,

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but what did you expect?

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And all you can hear is the sound of your own heart

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And all you can feel is your lungs flood and the blood course

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But oh I can see five hundred years dead set ahead of me

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Five hundred behind,

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A thousand years in perfect symmetry

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Best known left wrist right finger, through all the Southern States, 

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On every video games machine they call her triple A.

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There were racists on the radio trying to give up smoking, 

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The chat show host, he joked “you have to wait for the government program”.

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You talk about your politics, and I wonder if you could be one of them, 

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but you could never kiss a Tory boy without wanting to cut off your tongue again.

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A good place to look to the future is when you are sat at the sea,

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With the salt up to your ankles and a view of the end of the pier,

          E
You may look down at your model’s feet and wish that you’d just float away, 

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And the weather here is overcast and the sea is the same shade of grey, 

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So the landscape before you looks just like the edge of the world,

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But to the left side and the right side, either way is a crazy golf course.

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The sea is 

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A good place, a good place

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And all you can hear is the sound of your own heart

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And all you can feel is your lungs flood and the blood course

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But oh I can see five hundred years dead set ahead of me

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Five hundred behind,

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A thousand years in perfect symmetry

    G#m
A thousand years no getting rid of me

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A thousand years in perfect symmetry.