The Servant - Body

^F#mYou've got to take your mind off him ^DBut not with aspirins ^EYou won't ^E6You won't let your fa^Emily in ^F#mLike smoke your body comes ^DThrough the gaps in the urban slums ^EYou try ^E6You try to speak a^Emerican

^F#mWhen you don't know what you want ^DYou end up finding that you haunt you^Er own ^E6Your own l^Eife ^F#mYou're the daylight ghost that creeps ^DYou're the empty city streets and ^EI And ^E6I s^Eee you

And those^F#m talkshows fill your days ^DSomething is slipping away ^ESometimes it feels lik^E6e y^Eou don't have a body ^F#mYour skin is cellophane ^DYou know I feel the same ^ESometimes it feels li^E6ke y^Eou don't have a body

^F#mWhen you make a cup of tea ^DYou act like it's alchemy But^E it's not ^E6It's not what you t^Ehink it to be ^F#mSeeing everything as signs ^DSeeing everything as lines ^Ealways ^E6Always lying s^Eaying you're fine

^F#mWhen you don't know what you want ^DYou end up finding that you haunt you^Er own ^E6Your own l^Eife ^F#mYou're the daylight ghost that creeps ^DYou're the empty city streets and ^EI And ^E6I s^Eee you

And those^F#m talkshows fill your days ^DSomething is slipping away ^ESometimes it feels lik^E6e y^Eou don't have a body ^F#mYour skin is cellophane ^DYou know I feel the same ^ESometimes it feels li^E6ke y^Eou don't have a body

^F#mWhen you don't know what you want ^DYou end up finding that you haunt you^Er own ^E6Your own l^Eife ^F#mYou're the daylight ghost that creeps ^DYou're the empty city str^Eeets

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And those^F#m talkshows fill your days ^DSomething is slipping away ^ESometimes it feels lik^E6e y^Eou don't have a body ^F#mYour skin is cellophane ^DYou know I feel the same ^ESometimes it feels li^E6ke y^Eou don't have a body ^F#mTalkshows fill your days ^DSomething is slipping away ^ESometimes it feels like, o^E6h, y^Eou don't have a body ^F#mYour skin is cellophane ^DYou know I feel the sa-a-a-ame ^ESometimes it feels like, oh^E6, y^Eou don't have a body