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The Shins - My Seventh Rib Submitted by Cody Armacher Tab Courtesy of http://www.nellmedia.com F riff G riff 3-3-3-3 5-5-5-5 3-3-3-3 5-5-5-5 4-4-4-4 6-6-6-6 5-5-5-5 7-7-7-7 5-5-5-5 7-7-7-7 3-3-0-0 5-5-0-0 Verse 1 F riff your silver tounge laughs at the clowns of our age G riff a slow production line of cheap shots from F riff both sides shot from the hip G riff to my seventh rib a spoiled tomato lies in all that you G F F say and I was the last of us to know G-F F-D# (slide) F riff sound the alarm for my G riff sentimental ways have come in view we've all got our own F riff knives sold to the worst of devils we G riff know our mind and tight skin will soon be G F F old but this wasn't meant for us to know G-F F-D# G riff slide to Bb three times F riff G Youths open shutters give way to another taken by sleight of G F F hand, and every american has the mouth of a pelican G F A F G now can I share that pillow with you love? F riff they've got us in fits to find a way G riff out of this, exploded view of a life once so F riff simple first with the curse and my senti- G riff F F F# G mental ways are drawing my innocence to a close F F but these weren't mean for me to know