The Pretty Things - S f sorrow is born

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[Verse 1]

^DFor ten weeks^Dsus4 now number th^D5ree stood ^Dsus4empty ^DNobody though^Dsus4t there would ^D5be ^{Dsus4 D}Family laught^Dsus4er behind the ^D5windows ^{Dsus4 D}Or a Christma^Dsus4s tree ^{D5 Dsus4 D}Then a couple^Dsus4 from up north^{D5 Dsus4 D}Sorrow and hi^Dsus4s wife arrived^{D5 Dsus4 D}Before the su^Dsus4n had left the^D5 streets ^{Dsus4 C}They were ^Gliving in^Dside

^DThen be^Dsus4fore too lon^D5g ^{Dsus4 D}The street, i^Dsus4t rang with th^D5e sound ^{Dsus4 D}From number t^Dsus4hree there cam^D5e a cry ^{Dsus4 D}S. F. Sorrow ^Dsus4is born ^{D5 Dsus4 D}S. F. Sorrow ^Dsus4is born, ^{D5 Dsus4 D}S. F. Sorrow ^Dsus4is born, ^{D5 Dsus4 D}S. F. Sorrow,^Dsus4 S. F. Sorrow,^{D5 Dsus4 C}S. F. Sorrow is ^Gborn.

^DThe sun^Dsus4light of his^D5 days ^{Dsus4 D}Was spent in ^Dsus4the grey of hi^D5s mind ^{Dsus4 D}As he stole l^Dsus4ove with a ton^D5gue of lie^Dsus4s ^DThe world is ^Dsus4shrinking in s^D5ize ^{Dsus4 D}S. F. Sorrow ^Dsus4is born, ^{D5 Dsus4 D}S. F. Sorrow ^Dsus4is born, ^{D5 Dsus4 D}S. F. Sorrow,^Dsus4 S. F. Sorrow,^{D5 Dsus4 C}S. F. Sorrow is ^Gborn.