Confetti The Lemonheads
[D] [G] [A] [A] [D] [G] [A] [A]CHORUS:
[D]He kinda shoulda [G]sorta woulda [A]loved her if he [A]coulda.
[D]This story's [G]getting very near [A]the end.[A]
[D]He kinda shoulda [G]sorta woulda [A]loved her if he [A]coulda.
[D](But) He'd rather [G]be alone than [A]pretend.[A]
VERSE 1:
[G]She wanted him to love her but he didn't[A].
[G]He took to the woods and wandered in it.[A]
[G]Walked along and on until they couldn't.[A]
[G]Stoned himself to tell her that he would[A]n't
REPEAT CHORUS
1ST INSTRUMENTAL BREAK:
D A B G E E A A (twice)
VERSE 2 (slight changes):
[G]She wanted him to love her but he didn't[A].
[G]He took to the woods and wandered in it.[A]
[G]He walked along and on 'til his legs cou[A]ldn't.
[G]Stole her voice to tell her that he woul[A]dn't.
CHORUS AGAIN
2ND INSTRUMENTAL BREAK:
D A B G E E A A (twice)
G G A A G G A A (twice)
CHORUS AGAIN
END ON D AFTER DRAMATIC PAUSE
Corrections Welcome
[--]mike roark > "Man was matter, that was Snowden's secret. Drop him out a window
> and he'll fall. Set fire to him and he'll burn. Bury him and he'll
> rot like other kinds of garbage. The spirit gone, man is garbage.
> That was Snowden's secret. Ripeness was all." - J. Heller
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