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Tuning: E A D G B E
[Chords] F F/G A Bb C F* G* A* Bb* e|--1---------5---6----8-----------------------| B|--1---------5---6----8-----------------------| G|--2---2-----6---7----9-----------------------| D|--3---3-----7---8----10----------------------| A|--3---3-----7---8----10--3----5----7----8----| E|--1---3-----5---6----8---1----3----5----6----| [Intro] F [Verse 1]

N.C.

First and foremost, oh let it be said

N.C.

On the hard dry tarmac of a vacant forecourt

N.C.

Astronomically speaking it's the first day of autumn But Fthe sun is hanging 'round like Asummer's hungover FThey'll knock the garage down build Aflats where I sit The Ftraffic's so persistent that it Abarely registers FAnd it smells like a mix between F/Gpetrol and dog shit
[Chorus]
FJust let me Abe the one you let FKeeps track of the Bbmoles on your back FI just sighed, Athe universe Freplied "Let this Bbpass you by"
[Verse 2]
ASometimes it's just FenougAh to know I Fkeep him on his F/Gtoes Is he as Fsympathetic as me to the Auntimley demise FOf your synthetic F/Gclothes? I've displayed Fmarraige proposals on the F/Gjumbotrons FOf ballgames you've not Abeen at FI've written eulogies in Aguestbooks of Fgalleries in the hope that you Bbmight pass
[Chorus]
FJust let me Abe the one you let FKeeps track of the Bbmoles on your back FI just sighed, Athe universe Freplied "Let this Bbpass you by"
[Bridge]
FShe nerveous and barefoot chats to me at the front door

N.C.

He, boyfriend inside's a saint, becoming a martyr

N.C.

Me rolling writhing, on the floor

N.C

Stared daggers pulled from my thoracic wall F FWhen I hold sea shells to my F/Gears FPretty sure I can hear you
(Strum the first F one time, play the last F like the intro until the next verse starts) [Verse 3]
FHe gave a gift of the Afaber book of love poems FAnnotated the Aones he though applied the most FNot gonna win you Aaround with prose FIf anyone should know, then it's AI should know (Oh) FGirl, there must be a F/Greason you let it slip FWent to the point of F/Gsending the message FSix months of visceral ACatherine Wheels FKissing carnivores to Amake it seem less of a deal
[Chorus]
FJust let me Abe the one you let FKeeps track of the Bbmoles on your back FI just sighed, Athe universe Freplied "Let this Bbpass you by"
[Bridge]
FI promise, after this I will pick up the phone book

N.C.

And choose the name that my eyes fall upon on their first look

N.C.

Aim all of my poorly compsed declarations there in the future F I'm so Fsorry to have to put F/Gyou through a Flifetime of FDedications that you never desired
F* G* A* Bb*
But F*this one G*sentence A*bludgeons me Bb*over the head F* G* A* Bb*
F* G* A* F*
Okay I"m a F*little bit G*drunk, and I A*mean just a Bb*little bit No F*lush in G*denial only A*rather F*coquettish I'm F*fifteen G*years old and my A*parents only Bb*son Like I F*barely G*survived a girl's A*school Bb*education F*Prettier G*now that you've A*grown your hair F*long F*I'm a slip of a G*man since I cut mine all off
(Strum first F once, strum F*, G*, A*, and Bb* once also) [Chorus]
Please just Flet me F/Gbe the Fone to keep track Of the Ffreckles and the F/Gmoles on your back
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