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Wild Charms from the album Blood Pressures
D To the doting boys by, your side E A Riding roughshod on your starless nights D
D To she who played concertos, foul and black, E A Upon my heart strings and never looked back D
E F# Bm D C? G What became of those, wild charms?
The deep fry of the tide? The tug of the stars? D D How it starD7es me, how it stares me now F# Bm D D7 G
G (orG7) D To think my fire burnt them out.