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| Intro |
| C . . . . . . . G . . . . . . . x4 |
| C I found her on a night of fire and noise |
| G Wild bells rang in a wild sky |
| C I knew from that moment on |
| G That I'd love her till the day that I died |
| C And I kissed away a thousand tears |
| G My lady of the Various Sorrows |
| C Some begged, some borrowed, some stolen |
| G Some kept safe for tomorrow |
| C On an endless night, silver star spangled |
| C# The bells from the chapel went |
| D jingle-jangle |
| C | A# | G | G | |
| Do | you | love | me? |
| C | A# | G | G | |
| Do | you | love | me? |
| C | A# | G | G | |
| Do | you | love | me? |
| C | A# | FFFFFFFFF | |
| Do | you | love me like I love you? |
| G | G |
| She was given to me to put things right |
| And I stacked all my accomplishments beside her |
| Still I seemed so obsolete and small |
| I found God and all His devils inside her |
| In my bed she cast the blizzard out |
| A mock sun blazed upon her head |
| So completely full of light she was |
| Her shadow fanged and hairy and mad |
| Our love-lines grew hopelessly tangled |
| And the bells from the chapel went jingle-jangle |
| Do you love me? |
| Do you love me? |
| Do you love me? |
| Do you love me like I love you? |
| She had a heartful of love and devotion |
| She had a mindful of tyranny and terror |
| Well, I try, I do, I really try |
| But I just err, baby, I do, error |
| So come find me, my darling one |
| I'm down to the grounds, the very dregs |
| Ah, here she comes blocking the sun |
| Blood running down the inside of her legs |
| The moon in the sky is battered and mangled |
| And the bells from the chapel go jingle-jangle |
| Do you love me? |
| Do you love me? |
| Do you love me? |
| Do you love me like I love you? |
| All things move towards their end |
| I knew before I met her that I would lose her |
| I swear I made every effort to be good to her |
| I made every effort not to abuse her |
| Crazy bracelets on her wrists and her ankles |
| And the bells from the chapel went jingle-jangle |
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| Greg O'Beirne |
| gobeirne@tartarus.uwa.edu.au |