Neko Case – Bracing For Sunday (Guitar)

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I dropped my gloves into the stove

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Hymns echoed out the grate

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I fell in love with those electric lights

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That drug me into town so late

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To nimble, cunning, clever nights

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I railed behind them, deputized

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To scrape the lens of Christian eyes

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I'm a Friday night girl bracing for Sunday to come

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I only ever held one love

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Her name was Mary Anne

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She died having a child by her brother

                  Dmaj7
He died because I murdered him

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I shot him through his jelly eye

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I won myself his wicked life

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Now I thread-the-needle, waltz through mine

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I'm a Friday night girl bracing for Sunday to come

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I emptied onto shifting sheets

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Staring rosary holes in my ceiling

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Waiting for my purpose to deliver

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And reveal itself to me

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But all I hear are subway trains

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Bang against their bedrock lanes

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So I bang a little, too

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I'm a Friday night girl bracing for Sunday to come

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Bracing for Sunday to come