F She'd a bruise so black they watched it fade through the full spectrum of coloursDm They kept it like a pet, a private joke they told no othersDm F Dm F And oh, how the tissue repaired, and how it turned to yellowDm F Dm F And she found it disgusting, 'cause it didn't match her clothingDm F Dm He said that it's not yellow, it's golden [Chorus]Bb Dm Bb F Bb Dm Bb Walk out onto your front lawn and face into the rainBb Dm Bb F Bb Dm Bb Shout into the wind, this'll never be the same [Interlude]Dm F [Verse 2]F They promised they'd be best of friends from now until foreverDm But both were far too needy not to fall for the otherF Dm F Dm F And how the frequent public displays of sisterly affectionDm F Dm F Left her feeling safe, left him with an erection [Chorus]Bb Dm Bb F Bb Dm Bb Walk out onto your front lawn and face into the rainBb Dm Bb F Bb Dm Bb Shout into the wind, this'll never be the same [Interlude]Dm F [Verse 3]Dm F Her body barely visible, as bleach-white as the bedsheetsDm As stiff as starched, only perceptibleF As her middle was still branded with a heat rashDm F In the perfect shape of the Show-Me State Your come-on lines sound disastrousDm Noise more foreboding than volcano or earthquake [Chorus]Bb Dm Bb F Bb Dm Bb Walk out onto your front lawn and face into the rainBb Dm Bb F Bb Dm Bb Shout into the wind, this'll never be the sameBb Dm Bb F Bb Dm Bb Walk out onto your front lawn and face into the rainBb Dm Bb F Bb Dm Bb Shout into the wind, this'll never be the same [Verse 4] N.C. Letter from me to Charlotte N.C. "They appropriated everything we ever loved N.C. And dressed it up in quotations and fluffF Dm And I had a dream, though said with hands in pocketF Dm F I mean it hand on heart, you held a gun to his headDm F Pressed your thumbs to her throat", in these lettersDm F Letters from me to Charlotte [Chorus]Bb Dm Bb F Bb Dm Bb Walk out onto your front lawn and face into the rainBb Dm Bb F Bb Dm Bb Shout into the wind, this'll never be the sameBb Dm Bb F Bb Dm Bb Walk out onto your front lawn and face into the rainBb Dm Bb F Bb Dm Bb Shout into the wind, this'll never be the same [Outro]Dm This will never be the sameDm F Things will never be the same again
Letters From Me To Charlotte
Los Campesinos!
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