Ezra Furman - Queen of hearts
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[Verse 1]
It's the Gsearch for a church in the Ambottom of your purse
A Dspiritual home you can Ctake to the mall
You Gdig and you dig but you can Amonly find your wallet
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And your phone with a hundred missed calls
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You could never return them all
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[Verse 2]
And I Gwatch you with your purse from the aAmdjacent coffee table
At the DStarbucks they built inside Cmy heart
And your Gmake-up starts to run, you can Amsee you're getting older
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You can see your life has been hard
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Your face is worn like an old playing card
The Queen of GHearts
The Queen of AmHearts
C G Am C G
[Verse 3]
I am Gworking in my bedroom, I'm comAmposing all the music
For a Dfilm that will never be Cmade
It's the Gstory of my life, a one Ammillion hour epic
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About a good man who went down in flames
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Who got lost in God's multitude of names
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[Verse 4]
I am Gsearching, I am searching I am Amwaving my antenna
Trying to Dpick up some signal through this Cdream
I'm an Gant in a hill but I Amthink and I feel
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And I'm composing these love letters to the queen
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Hoping somebody will see what I mean
The Queen of GHearts
The Queen of AmHearts
The QuGeen of AmHearts
C G Am C G
[Verse 5]
I always Gheard about God with a Amwink and a nod
I guess I Dtook it all too seriouCsly
But I was Gfive years old and I Amtook what I was told
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To mean that the sublime was in my reach
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That the ocean of the known ends at the beach
Just up the Gstreet
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[Verse 6]
These Gdays people like that are conAmsidered aberrations
And I'm Dbeing corrected as we Cspeak
This is my Gheart, it's a motor, it will Amsearch the world over
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I'm a search engine, see what I mean?
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I don't need the Internet, I don't need TV
To find the Gqueen
The Queen of AmHearts
The QGueen
[Verse 7]
G* Am*
So if you ever find that church that fits in your purse
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Put it into your cold metal shopping cart
And keep on Gwandering the aisles on the Amsick fluorescent tiles
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We'll be miles and miles apart
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I've got my own search, I'm still just at the start
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I'll be out on the highways looking for my counterpart
The GQueen of AmHearts