Whitlams - Cries too hard

^CmTorch the moon,^G# burn the schools Bb Bdim (or G7) She wrote in red on her bedroom wall ^G#"Nothing's pu^G7re," the paint run^Cms to t^G5he f^Bbloor^Cm

^CmShe laughs too easily, and c^G#ries too hard ^BbShouldn't drink a^Bdimlone, the colours run ^G#How can she fo^Grgive ^GWhen we know well what we ^Cmdo ^{G5 Bb Cm}

^CmFeather scratches ^G#on her wrist ^BbDry run with a bread knife ^Bdimfor a final twist ^G#It wouldnt be for sh^Gow if it should come to ^Cmthis ^{G5 Bb Cm}

^CmShe laughs too easily, and c^G#ries too hard ^BbShouldn't drink ^Bdimalone, the colours run ^G#How can she forgi^Gve ^GWhen we know well what we^G# do

^G#She was ^Ebborn to feel it ^G#all, ^Ebborn to see it ^G#all And when I ^Ebfeel so ^F#lightly its still ^Bburning brightly ^AAnd she wont look^G# away

^CmTorch the moon, ^G#burn the schools Bb Bdim (or G7) Whys it a man making all the rules ^G#Frida Kahlo ^G7poster on her do^Cmor ^{G5 Bb Cm}

^CmShe laughs too easily, and ^G#cries too hard ^BbShouldn't drink ^Bdimalone, the colours run ^G#How can she forgive ^{G G}When we know well what we d^Cmo ^{G5 Bb}

^G#And when I f^Ebeel so l^F#ightly its still ^Bburning brightly ^AAnd she wont look aw^G#ay ^BShe won't^A look a^G#way....