This Place Has Got No Soul Kid

Voxtrot

Tom original: E Capotraste: Sem capotraste Acordes: 3

(início)

E                          A
You look around to see the faces and the hands
           E                           A
of all the kids you never give another thought to in your lifetime
E                             A
I've seen you dancing and you look like you could use a boy
E                                     A
who doesn't use his fist, but starts speaking at the right time
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Just think of London where we could be cutting roses
         E                        A
from the gardens of the people I dream about at nighttime
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I go out dancing please don't leave at this place
E                                        A
I know you're just like me and I can't think too clear at this time

Chorus

E                                     A
I'll stand outside your window with a violin
E                                 B
and stay a hundred days until I'm thin and pale. (x2)

Verse II:

E                              A
You took a beating from the bastards in the hallway
         E                                A
who were down on you because you tried to do a little research
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'Cause all the families had grown up inside the doctrine
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which built around the history that was built around the new church
E                             A
I met a girl who said she's nearly found her husband
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She fantasized about the boys that do it in the school yard
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She went out dancing and she felt a little guilty
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She met a Latin boy, let her pants down with her guard.

Chorus II:

E                                     A
I'll stand outside your window with a violin
E                                  B
and stay a hundred days until I'm thin and pale. (x2)

Verse III:

E                           A
Be sure to call me when you get in from the station
       E                             A
don't cry a river on me 'cause this place has got no soul, kid
E                             A
Don't let time taste all the racket at the table
   E                              A
I know you're just Stephen, it's what we've always wanted
E                         A
It's kind of comical but somehow so depressing
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I know he really loves you, so naive and full of answers
E                         A
I've got a scar for every time I've gotten lonely
      E                              A
But I never want to know the fragile safety of a dancer
E                               A
Be sure to call me when you get in from the station
      E                             A
We'll go outside and talk about the beauty of the subtext.

Verse IV:

E                             A
'Cause I was with her when we caught our breath on (street name?)
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We took some local listings we were wondering what to do next
  E                     A
I felt so lonely but I felt so very free
          E                          A
Among the grayness and the pallor he colored in a lifetime.
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I got up late and I stared out of open windows
        E
wishing you were down her venting to me
 A
drinking while the smoke settles.

Chorus III:

E                                    A
I'll stand outside your window with a violin
E                                  B
and stay a hundred days until I'm thin and pale. (x5)
E                           A                 E                 A
And these are the kinds of ragged things fast boys will never know
E                          A                  E                 A
And these are the kinds of ragged things fast girls will never know.(x2)

Verse V:

E                                          A
So she was standing in the kitchen and she looked like hell
E                                  B
But so did all the rest of us it's been too long.
E                                          A
So she was standing in the kitchen and she looked like hell
E                                  B               E
But so did all the rest of us it's been too long.

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