E A F#m B Though you tried to hide your grave distaste for what I spoutF#m B E Your shackled hackles ripple through that pretty dressA F#m B We made this tryst the cold old-fashioned kindF#m B The sonnet starved of inspiration E A E x4 [Verse]E A E A E We were caught in a battle of willsA On with everything we'd learnedE A E A E Toe to toe in the heat of the hurtA D Don't you love the way it burns [Refrain]E D A E Make space for the ride that you're onD A D Make space for the rideE D A E Make space for the ride that you're onA E D E For the ride that you're on, may say [Verse]E A E A E We arrived on a will on a whimA Bending memory with desireE A E A E Never fussed at the back of the hillA D All relate to you and I [Refrain]E D A E Make space for the ride that you're onD A D Make space for the rideE D A E Make space for the ride that you're onA E D E For the ride that you're on, may sayA G F# F For the ride that you're on, may say [Outro] A E (x4)A E Pulling camels through the eye of a needleA E Taking pictures of the ground beneath usA E I'm a setting sun, don't you know itA E I'm a setting sunA E I always thought that love should be misguidedA E I always felt it kept the flame alive butA E I'm a setting sun, don't you know itA E I'm a setting sun, oh ohA E I'm a setting sun, don't you know itA E I'm a setting sunA E Ah, ooh (x7)A E Oh, I'm a setting sun
Im A Setting Sun
The Leisure Society
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