The Divine Comedy – The Man Who Turned Into A Chair (Guitar)

     Bm                           A
When I was a boy, I couldn't stop running

  F#                               Bm
I ran just to feel, the wind in my face

     B                            Em
Then one day I said: I'm tired of running

  C
I think I might try;

Am               G            D
  Staying in one place, for a while

   Bm                          C
He slipped off his Oxfords and picked up the crossword

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The man who turned into a chair

   Bm                       E
He loosened his belt and he cursed second helpings

    Bm             F#     B7
The man who turned into a chair

    G            A7        D
Out there was disorder, in here all was good

  Em            E         F#          F#7
A fine blend of corduroy, leather and wood

    Bm                        C
And as evening slipped in his mind started drifting

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The man who turned into a chair

    Bm                                A
I'd like to come back, come back as a martin

    F#                            Bm
The martins that fly, down by the lock

    B                            Em
And if I come back, come back as a martin

                    C
I'll swoop and I'll dive

Am           G             D
  I'll never stop, no I'll never ever stop

    Bm                             C
The change did not scare him, he'd rather stopped caring

    Bm             F#     Bm     F#
The man who turned into a chair

  Bm                    C
A fusing of diverse and disparate fibres

    Bm             F#     B7
The man who turned into a chair

    G           A7          D
His wife didn't notice till it was too late

    Em           E         F#     F#7
And she could no longer differentiate

       Bm                        C
'Tween husband and wing-back, oh please someone bring back

   Bm               F#     Bm
My man, he's turned into a chair

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  Here I am  Where?

| C  | C  | F#7 | Bm  |
   Here

   G           A7            D
It cradled his thighs and it coddled his soul

   Em                                      F#7
No one was surprised when it swallowed him whole

Bm                            C
There's no return when you're part of the furniture

    Bm             F#     G
The man who turned into a chair

    Bm             F#       Bm
The man who turned into.. a chair