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copied from another tab website. Real author below CAPO 1 INTRO: D, A, Bm, A
GThe man in A119 takes his tDea aloneG. DMornings wGe all rise Dto wirelessG Verdi cries. DI'm hearing oGpera through the doAor.
(same as 1st verse) The souls of men and women, impassioned all. Their voices climb and fall; battle trumpets call. I fill the bath and climb inside,
singing lDa, la lG/Ba la la la lAa Dla la laG/B la la laA
G/B (the rest is same) He will not touch their pastry but every day they bring hiM more. Gold from the breakfast tray, I steal them all away and then go and eat them on the shore.
DLA LA G/BLA LA LA ALA LA LA LA LA LA LA FLA LA GLA LA LA ALA
I draw a jackel-headed woman in the sand, sing of a loveRS fate sealed by jealous hate then wash my hand in the sea. With jusT three days more I'd have just about learned the entire scire to Aida. Holidays must end as you know. All is memory taken home with me: the opera, the stolen tea, the sand drawing, the verging sea, all years ago.
DLA LAG/B LA LA LA ALA END ON D.
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