Icicles

F#
Get in your zone
F#
Don't even look at them at all
D#m                             D
Their shallow observations will only stall the transformation
F#
You've become art
How could they even start to see
D#m                         D
Beyond your presentation when they've got no imagination?
A      B                D
But I admit it would be easier
A     B                   D
To be relieved of all this shame
                                      A
And not have to wear it on my sleeve
    B                 D
I imagine it's quite nice for you
A               B
To have so many chances
       D                 B
Oh so many ways to be redeemed

           F# E D C#
But as for me
   F#                                              D#m
I can only be forgiven if I'm givin' myself up to you
            D
On a silver serving tray
F#
Must I bare myself to the stabbing of your knife and gnashing teeth
D#m                              D
While our lovely company appears so entertained?
    A         B                 D
Ah, yes, good etiquette demands
     A              B                D
I remain soft and accessible in the face of my own ending
A           B        D
So I will try to be discreet
          A              B
Through my full-blown implosion
          D                B                      F# E D C#
I'll stay golden and retreat into my sweetest fantasy

    F#                 D#m
The one where you are crying
               B         C#
And I don't do anything at all
    F#                  D#m
The one where you are crying
               B             C#
And I don't do anything at all
   C#m      B        D
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah

   A                   B                D
My world has turned so cold but I won't cry
          A         B                D
Cause icicles don't soften when they die
So why should I?
           B
Why should I?

    A              B               D
Oh, icicles don't soften when they die
     A            B
They sharpen into sabers
         D
And they stab you in the eye
A             B                D
Icicles don't soften when they die
     A            B
They sharpen into sabers
         D
And they stab you in the eye
        A             B                 D
Oh, oh, icicles don't soften when they die
     A            B
They sharpen into sabers
         D
And they stab you in the eye
A             B                D
Icicles don't soften when they die
     A            B
They sharpen into sabers
         A               B
And they stab you in the eye
       F# E D C#
In the eye

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