The Mars Volta – Televators (Ukulele)

Cmaj    : 355433
Em*     : 022000 or 799777

Intro 
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Hit – the - ground, they lowered a tow – that - stuck in his neck to the

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gills. Fragments of sobriquets. Riddle me 

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this, three half eaten corneas, who hit the aureole. Stalk the 

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ground. Stalk the ground. 

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seen, the curse that flew right by you. Page of con-

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-crete, stained walks crutch in hobbled sway. Auto-da

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-fé, a capillary hint of red.

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Only this manupod crescent in shape has es-

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-caped             

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-way, fell empty with teeth that, split both his lips mark these

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words, one day this chalk outline will circle this city. Was he

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robbed of the asphalt, that cushioned his face, a

Cmaj 
room coloured charlatan, hid in a safe. Stalk the

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ground. Stalk the ground. 

Am                              C
seen, the curse that flew right by you. Page of con-

Am                                  C
-crete, stained walks crutch in hobbled sway. Auto-da

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-fé, a capillary hint of red.

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Only this manupod crescent in shape has es-

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-caped             

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pins. Save your grace.  Mark these words. On his grave (x4)

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seen, the curse that flew right by you. Page of con-

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-crete, stained walks crutch in hobbled sway. Auto-da

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-fé, a capillary hint of red.

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Everyone knows the last toes are -

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always the coldest to go.