Letters From Me To Charlotte

 F
She'd a bruise so black they watched it fade through the full spectrum of colours
 Dm
They kept it like a pet, a private joke they told no others
         Dm               F           Dm               F
And oh, how the tissue repaired, and how it turned to yellow
   Dm              F                    Dm                F
And she found it disgusting, 'cause it didn't match her clothing
   Dm                F                   Dm
He said that it's not yellow, it's golden

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Walk out onto your front lawn and face into the rain
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Shout into the wind, this'll never be the same

  Dm F

 F
They promised they'd be best of friends from now until forever
 Dm
But both were far too needy not to fall for the other
     F       Dm               F           Dm         F
And how the frequent public displays of sisterly affection
   Dm             F         Dm             F
Left her feeling safe, left him with an erection

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Walk out onto your front lawn and face into the rain
Bb   Dm    Bb     F    Bb      Dm     Bb
Shout into the wind, this'll never be the same

  Dm F

   Dm                        F
Her body barely visible, as bleach-white as the bedsheets
    Dm
As stiff as starched, only perceptible
                           F
As her middle was still branded with a heat rash
         Dm                     F
In the perfect shape of the Show-Me State
Your come-on lines sound disastrous
        Dm
Noise more foreboding than volcano or earthquake

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Walk out onto your front lawn and face into the rain
Bb   Dm    Bb     F    Bb      Dm     Bb
Shout into the wind, this'll never be the same
Bb   Dm    Bb     F              Bb      Dm     Bb
Walk out onto your front lawn and face into the rain
Bb   Dm    Bb     F    Bb      Dm     Bb
Shout into the wind, this'll never be the same

N.C.
Letter from me to Charlotte
N.C.
"They appropriated everything we ever loved
N.C.
And dressed it up in quotations and fluff
                         F                    Dm
And I had a dream, though said with hands in pocket
  F                    Dm                       F
I mean it hand on heart, you held a gun to his head
                       Dm       F
Pressed your thumbs to her throat", in these letters
                   Dm   F
Letters from me to Charlotte

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Walk out onto your front lawn and face into the rain
Bb   Dm    Bb     F    Bb      Dm     Bb
Shout into the wind, this'll never be the same
Bb   Dm    Bb     F              Bb      Dm     Bb
Walk out onto your front lawn and face into the rain
Bb   Dm    Bb     F    Bb      Dm     Bb
Shout into the wind, this'll never be the same

                        Dm
This will never be the same
                          Dm   F
Things will never be the same again

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