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| | Bm | A | A | Bm |
| So | love is | hard, and | love is | tough |
| | Bm | A | Em | Bm |
| But | love is | not what you're | thinking | of |
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| September, streets capsizing, spilling over down the drain |
| Shards of glass splinters like rain |
| But you could only feel your pain |
| October, talking getting nowhere |
| November, December, remember |
| Are we just starting again? |
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| Please, please, please get up off of your knees |
| Please, please, please, please |
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| So love is bigger than us |
| But love is not what you're thinking of |
| It's what lovers deal, it's what lovers steal |
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| You know I've found it hard to receive |
| Cause you, my love, I could never believe |
| ****************************************************** |
| Transcribed by Dante (Dante@Cyberus.ca) |
| ****************************************************** |
| This is an acoustic interpretation of the song (Please), for people who |
| play U2 songs on their acoustic guitars at campfires or at home in front |
| of the tv during commercials, like I do. Thus, much of this is based on |
| just getting the feel of the song down, so you can concentrate on |
| singing. Electric versions of the songs are fine, if you have a band.... |
| I, on the other hand, don't have a band and just care about the three |
| This is a great song from a great album... from the greatest band |
| in this really great universe.... |
| ****************************************************** |
| | Bm | A | A | Bm |
| | So you never knew | love until you crossed th | e line of gra | ce |
| | Bm | A | A | Bm |
| | And you never felt wante | d till you had someone sla | p your face | |
| | Bm | A | A | Bm |
| | So you never felt | alive until you a | lmost wasted | away |
| | Bm |
| | You had to win, you couldn't just pass |
| | A | Em |
| | The smartest ass at the | top of the class |
| | Bm |
| | Your flying colours, your family tree |
| | A |
| | And all your lessons in history |
Bm G-------------4----------6---7
Bm G-------------4----------6---4
Bm G-------------4----------6---7
| Please, please, please, leave me out of this |
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| And you never knew how low you'd stoop to make that call |
| And you never knew what was on the ground |
| So you never knew that that the heaven you keep you stole |
| Your Catholic blues, your convent shoes |
| Your stick-on tattoos, now they're making news |
| Your holy war, your northern star |
| Your sermon on the mount from the boot of your car |
| Please, please, please get up off your knees |
| Please, please, please leave me out of this please |
| | Bm | A | A | Bm |
| So | love is | hard, and | love is | tough |
| | Bm | A | Em | Bm |
| But | love is | not what you're | thinking | of |
| (Okay, so it's not easy to simulate something |
| to go with this funky little bridge that the |
| Edge squawks away in... you're on |
| your own here, but I suggest just |
| continuing the basic chords and |
| playing a few light blues fills here and |
| there to your liking... ) |
| | Bm | A |
| | September, streets capsizing, | |
| | A | Bm |
| | Spilling over down the d | rain |
| | Bm | A |
| | Shards of glass splinter | s like rain |
| | A | Bm |
| | But you could only feel | your pain |
| | Bm | A |
| | October, talking getting | nowhere |
| | A |
| | November, December, remember |
| | Bm |
| | Are we just starting again? |
| Please, please, please get up off of your knees |
| Please, please, please, please |
| So love is bigger than us |
| But love is not what you're thinking of |
| It's what lovers deal, it's what lovers steal |
| You know I've found it hard to receive |
| Cause you, my love, I could never believe |