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Simply listen to the song to get your timings right. There are a few offbeats and dropped lyrics but the pattern is very similar throughout. I've tabbed everything required for you to get it down pat after a couple tries. Really pump out some melancholy when you play it as well. Enjoy. Capo 5th
There's a crDack In the haGndle of a coronation G/Ccup That I onG/Cce brought back DFrom the study trip in AGthens Where we pG/Claited my hair And I put G/Ceyeliner on DUntil they stopped in the Gstreet And poiG/Cnted at me and i fG/Celt ugly pride
DFor the firGst time in my liG/Cfe There's a warm, warm raDin Upon the Ghotel balcony Where we G/Clooked out upon
a darkening sea and the
Dlight And the lGight upon the mG/Cediterranean G/CBurned like candles in the memory Of aDll the thiGngs that we mislaid on the G/Cway here
DWhy did NGirvana ever bother to plG/Cay here? G/CHey there, I don't want to stay here
GI decree thDere is a higher plane DSome place of lG/Cittle consequencGe GThat I migDht see your face again Dbefore the liG/Cving and the deaGd Are G/CreunDiteGd
And this town, this town is killing me now I can't believe I waited so long From the shopping trolleys on the riverbed To the sound of the bass binss booming Can I see your face in this acid light Of another suburban evening As I roll my eyes up to these dirty skies Till I count the days till I am leavin I decree there is a higher plane Some place of little consequence That I might see your face again before the living and the dead Are reunited What is love? What is love in the time of ecstasy And bare-knuckle fighting? Lord, won't you deliver me from the wave machine And the transparent bikini Like isn't there some skeleton on me I should find that I might vanquish thee, Wont you listen to me, your unfaithful servant of filthy, fucking language I decree there is a higher plane Some place of little consequence That I might see your face again before the living and the dead Are reunited What is love What is love in the time of ecstasy And bareknuckle fighting Don't tell me that he died for that Councillor forgive me for I Knew not what I vandalised Don't tell me that he died for that Take me down to the Paradise club Where the girls are drunk and oversized DOn't tell me that he died for that There's a crack in the handle of a coronation cup That I once brought back I decree there is a higher plane Some place of little consequence