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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 crCack In the haCndle of a coronation C/Fcup That I onC/Fce brought back CFrom the study trip in ACthens Where we pC/Flaited my hair And I put C/Feyeliner on CUntil they stopped in the Cstreet And poiC/Fnted at me and i fC/Felt ugly pride
CFor the firCst time in my liC/Ffe There's a warm, warm raCin Upon the Chotel balcony Where we C/Flooked out upon
a darkening sea and the
Clight And the lCight upon the mC/Fediterranean C/FBurned like candles in the memory Of aCll the thiCngs that we mislaid on the C/Fway here
CWhy did NCirvana ever bother to plC/Fay here? C/FHey there, I don't want to stay here
CI decree thCere is a higher plane CSome place of lC/Fittle consequencCe CThat I migCht see your face again Cbefore the liC/Fving and the deaCd Are C/FreunCiteCd
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