Bulimic Beats Catatonia
[Em] I thought we'd escape
I packed a fishing line a[B]nd coun[Em]ted on it
I thought we'd escape
I packed a fishing line a[B]nd co[Em]unted on it[G]
But dreaming is for moon[Em]rise[G]
And moonlight ails hi[Em]s tired eye[F#]s
I treat him like a [Bm]lady
I treat him as I would [F#]he unto me
Give Rose rose-seller a run for her [Bm]money
With silicone and po[Bb]etry
But it's the e[A]nd of me
I thought it c[Em]ould change
I'd wake up one morn[B]ing and find no[Em]thing to rearrange[A]
I couldn't get there behind his wall of Sunday p[Em]apers
I thought it could change
I'd wake up one mor[B]ning and find no[Em]thing to rearrange
But dreaming is for moonrise
And moonlight ails his tired eyes
I treat him like a [Bm]lady
I treat him as I would [F#]he unto me
Give Rose rose-seller a run for her [Bm]money
With silicone and po[Bb]etry
But it's the e[A]nd of me
[Bm] [E] [G] [F#] [E] [F#]
[Bm] [E] [G] [F#m] [Em] [F#] [A]
[Em]
Here I am
Here I am[Bm] [Em]
And here I stand
Here in my kitc[B]hen where I'm fami[Em]liar with every brand
Here I am
A front line with lab[B]els where I witnes[Em]sed custard's last stand
Here I am
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