Tabbed by Gregory Fox (gregmfox@gmail.com) on 27/07/10
Tuning: DADF#BE, half step down
Order: Verse 1, Chorus, Verse 2, Chorus, Bridge, Chorus
Verse
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Bb|---(0)----(0)--(0)-------------(0)-(0)-(0)-------------------------------|
F|---(0)-----x---(0)--------------x--(0)-(0)-------------------------------|
Db|----7------4----2---------------4--/7--/2--------------------------------|
Ab|----7------4----2---------------4--/7--/2--------------------------------|
Db|----7------4----2---------------4--/7--/2--------------------------------|
(Verse 1)
The boulevard is bustling There is a noise inside of me
A vast and wrinkled muslin That bustles asymmetrically
Is all over my eyes Oh how have I to balance
and I know I don't belong Those sounds into a song
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(Verse 2)
The city's an analogy The chaos hangs of symmetry
For things building inside of me and all her words of poetry
This chaos and this discourse and that's the kind of city
Still we move along which I want to belong
Chorus
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Bb|---2--2--2--2-----(0)-(0)-(0)--------------------------------------------|
F|---3--2--0--3------x--(0)-(0)----x---x---x-------------------------------|
Db|---2--2--2--2------4---7---2-----4--/7--/2-------------------------------|
Ab|-------------------4---7---2-----4--/7--/2-------------------------------|
Db|-------------------4---7---2-----4--/7--/2-------------------------------|
(Chorus)
It's time to let your hair down
and give yourself permission
it takes courage and control
but you start by letting go
Bridge
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Bb|--------(0)---(0)-----------------------------------|
F|---------x----(0)-----------------------------------|
Db|--------/4----/2------------------------------------|
Ab|--------/4----/2------------------------------------|
Db|--------/4----/2------------------------------------|
(interchange)
(Bridge)
All I think, I feel, I see
All that this place is not me
I want to be alone, but be wild and free
Oh he who asks receives
