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Artist : The Mars Volta Song : Televators Album : De-loused in the Comatorium Chords: Am* : 224432 or 079x80 Cmaj : 355433 Em* : 022000 or 799777 C : 320033 E 7#5 : xx0433 D : x02220 Intro |---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------| |---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------| |------------------------------------------------------4----------4----------4----------| |-4---------4----------4----------4----------5---------5----------5----------5----------| |-5---5---5------5---5------5---5------5---5-5---5---5------5---5------5---5------5---5-| |-7-7---7------7---7------7---7------7---7---3-3---3------3---3------3---3------3---3---| Verse 1 Just as he...
AmHit – the - ground, they lowered Cmaja tow – that - stuck in his neck to the Amgills. Fragments of Cmajsobriquets. Riddle me
Amthis, three half eaten Cmajcorneas, who hit the aureole. Stalk the Amground. Stalk the Cmajground.
Chorus You should have
Amseen, the curse that flew right Cby you. Page of con- Am-crete, stained walks crutch in hobbCled sway. Auto-da
Am-fé, a capillaryC hint of red. Am* Am* Am* E 7#5 Only this manupod crescent in shape has es-
Am-caped Cmaj Am Cmaj
Verse2 The house half a-
Am-way, fell empty with Cmajteeth that, split both his lips mark these Amwords, one day this chalk Cmajoutline will circle this city. Was he
Amrobbed of the asphalt, that cushioned his face, a Cmajroom coloured charlatan, hid in a safe. Stalk the
Amground. Stalk the Cmajground. Chorus
You should have
Amseen, the curse that flew right Cby you. Page of con- Am-crete, stained walks crutch in hobbCled sway. Auto-da
Am-fé, a capillaryC hint of red. Am* Am* Am* E 7#5 Only this manupod crescent in shape has es-
Am-caped Cmaj Am Cmaj
Bridge Pull the
Ampins. Save your Dgrace. Mark these Amwords. On his Amgrave (x4) Chorus/Outro
You should have
Amseen, the curse that flew right Cby you. Page of con- Am-crete, stained walks crutch in hobbCled sway. Auto-da
Am-fé, a capillaryC hint of red. Am* Am* Am* Everyone knows the last toes are -
E 7#5 Am always the coldest to go.