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Fly Boy Blue - Lunette
Elbow
Words and chords from previous versions; bridges by blb14cp
GmIt's a lethal ballet
Air traffic congestion
I'm having a baby
Second thoughts, scotch, dinner
And sDmomeone's dancing on the box
A former MP
And no one's watching
My olEbdest friends are a serious habit
Fly boy blue, so bring your faces hD7ome,
To my sweet trampoline
And acres of crash site Gmlove
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Someone's dancing on the box
A former MP
And no one's watching
My oldest friends are a serious habit
Fly boy blue, so bring your faces home
To my sweet trampoline
And acres of crash site love
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Presidential delays
Suppose I’m just lucky
l'm having a shin dig
Me, Red Bob and The Ivory Host
And someone’s shouting on the box
A chinless prefect gone Godzilla
My newest friends have forgotten my name
But so have I so far so good and home
You and me trampoline
And oceans of crash site love
Bridge 2
(play twice)
Cadd9 oooooo
What can be said of the whiskey and wine
Random abandon or ballast for joy
That was scuppered with trust
Little more than a boy
And besides I’m in excellent company
I’m reaching the age when decisions are made on the life and the liver
And I'm sure, last ditch that I'll ask for more time
But Mother forgive me
I still want a bottle of good Irish whiskey
And a bundle of smokes in my grave
But there isn’t words yet for the comfort I get
From the gentle lunette at the top of the nape of the neck of the neck that I wake to
And where are the words for the leap in my chest
When mischief appears either side of the scar on your nose
Made by a rose thorn
So you claim
By a rose thorn
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ala LaDlalala Cadd9What can be said of the cigarette smokes? GA prop for a joke or a mark on the clock EmIf I stopped would the bus ever come Would the dawn ever Dkiss me, forgiven me, knowing what's done? Cadd9Would the drivel make scribble make sense and then song? GWould the woodbines denied like the northern man's thumbs? EmPerverse as it may sound I sometimes believe DThe tip to my lips just reminds me to breathe