Effigy Andrew Bird
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Effigy - Andrew Bird
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Tabbed by: AwesomoXD
Capo: 3
(Intro)
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If you c[C]ome to find me aff[F]able
Build a rep[C]lica for [G]me
Would the id[C]ea to you be la[F]ughable
Of a p[C]ale facsimil[G]e
So when you co[C]me to burn an ef[F]figy
It should [C]keep the flies a[G]way
And when you [C]learn to burn this[F] effigy
C G Am D Dm G G#(note)
It should be for the hours that slip away, slip away
[F]It could be y[C]ou, it could be [G]me
Working the [Dm]door, drinking for fr[F]ee
Carrying [Am]on with your conspirac[E]ies
Filling the [F]room with a sense of un[F]ease
Fake conver[G]sations on a nonexistent[C] teleph[A]one
[F]Like the words of a m[G]an who's spent a little too much[C] time al[A]one
When o[Dm]ne has spent too much t[G]ime alone
Interlude: C F G C F C G
So when you co[C]me to burn an eff[F]igy
It should ke[C]ep the flies aw[G]ay
If you lon[C]g to burn an ef[F]figy
C G Am D Dm G G#(note)
It should be of a man whose has lost his way, slips away
[F]It could be [C]you, it could be [G]me
Working the [Dm]door, drinking for fr[F]ee
Carrying [Am]on with your conspirac[E]ies
Filling the [F]room with a sense of un[F]ease
Fake conver[G]sations on a nonexistent[C] telep[A]hone
Like the wo[F]rds of a man who's sp[G]ent a little too much ti[C]me all alon[A]e
When [Dm]one has spent too much t[G]ime alone
[F]F [Am]Am [G]G#[F](note) F
[F]F [Am]Am [G]G#[F](note) F
[F]E [G]G [C]E F G B C (all notes)
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