They Might Be Giants – Ana Ng (Guitar)

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Make a hole with a gun perpendicular

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To the name of this town in a desktop globe

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Exit wound in a foreign nation

D                        C            D
Showing the home of the one this was written for

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My apartment looks upside down from there

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Water spirals the wrong way out the sink

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And her voice is a backwards record

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It's like a whirlpool and it never ends

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Ana Ng and I are getting old and we still haven't walked

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In the glow of each other's majestic presence

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Listen Ana hear my words, they're the ones you would think

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I would say if there was a me for you

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All alone at the '64 World's Fair

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Eighty dolls yelling "Small girl after all"

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Who was at the Dupont Pavilion?

D                        C             D
Why was the bench still warm? Who had been there?

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Or the time when the storm tangled up the wire

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To the horn on the pole at the bus depot

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And in the back of the edge of hearing

D                              C          D
These are the words that the voice was repeating:

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Ana Ng and I are getting old and we still haven't walked

G           Bb               C    D
In the glow of each other's majestic presence

G       C       D                      C
Listen Ana hear my words, they're the ones you would think

G           Bb              C      D
I would say if there was a me for you

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When I was driving once I saw this painted on a bridge:

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"I don't want the world, I just want your half"

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They don't need me here, and I know you're there

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Where the world goes by like the humid air

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And it sticks like a broken record

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Everything sticks like a broken record

D                    Am G   C    G
Everything sticks until it goes away

D                     C          D
And the truth is, we don't know anything

G    C        D                       C
Ana Ng and I are getting old and we still haven't walked

G           Bb               C    D
In the glow of each other's majestic presence

G       C       D                      C
Listen Ana hear my words, they're the ones you would think

G           Bb              C      D
I would say if there was a me for you