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Date: Thu, 30 Apr 1998 17:42:21 -0400 From: Adam Klein <Adam_Klein@compuserve.com> Subject: c/cole_paula/throwing_stones.crd Song: Throwing Stones By: Paula Cole >From The Album: This Fire Chorded By: Adam Klein E-Mail: Adam_Klein@compuserve.com Web Page: The Ultimate Amanda Marshall Homepage URL: http://ourworld.compuserve.com/homepages/Adam_Klein If you want the words to be aligned with the guitar chords, you must view it in a non-fixed-width font, such as Times New Roman or Arial.
DmSo call me a bitch in heat and I'll call yoA7u a liar, Bbsus2And we'll throw stoneC5s until we're dead.
DmThere you go again, you cut me off from talking You bask in the glory, the center of the circle. All our friends think you are a comedian -- so kind and generous, but I am suffering
Bbsus2Away from heCsusre, I want to be away from Bbsus2here, Csus2 Bbsus2Away from evGm9ery little thing. FEvery little thing. I Gm9used to love your every littAmle thing.
DmSo call me a bitch in heat and I'll call yoA7u a liar, Bbsus2And we'll throw stoneC5s until we're dead.
DmYou're the puppeteer and I'm the puppet, You manipulate me with guilt-ridden Catholic shit. Everytime I try to talk it through you turn it around And make us out to be David and Goliath.
Bbsus2Away from heCsusre, I want to be away from Bbsus2here, Csus2 Bbsus2Away from evGm9ery little thing. FEvery little thing. I Gm9used to love your every littAmle thing.
FYour armGm9s beneath me, your light inside me F I Gm9used to love your every little, every little Fthing. Your eyesGm9 blue stars, your hand in Fmy purse, Now I hateGm9 your every lAmittle thing.
DmOh C9 mama I didAmn't know life was this hard. Dm DmOh C9 mama my innoceAmnce has been tarred Dm
Bbsus2 F5/C My inner vision dulled and darkened
I gBbsus2ave myself away to you,F Bbsus2 F5/C Bbsus2 F5/C I felt my sorrow humble me and throw my crown upon the ground It was you Bbsus2I hoped for and F5/C us I prayed for and Bbsus2 F5/C me that I believed was wrong Bbsus2 F5/C Bbsus2 But now my anger is my best friend and careful, F5/C Dsus2 I may bite your head off.
A7 Bbsus2 Csus
Dm11So call me a bitch in heat and I'll call yoA7u a liar, Bbsus2And we'll throw stoneCsuss until we're dead. Dm11So call me a bitch in heat and I'll callA7 you motherfucker And we'lBbsus2l throw stonCsuses until we're dead.