A Comet Appears Tabulatur von Shins

INTRO
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am A G D
am A D 
am A G D
G  A


VERSE
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am    A            G     D
  One hand on this wily comet
am       A             D
  Take a drink just to give me some weight
am     A        G    D
  Some uberman I'd make, I'm
G            A
barely a vapor


am       A     G         D
  They shone a chlorine light on
am  A           D
  a host of individual sins
am        A       G     D
  Let's carve my aging face off
A          D
fetch us a knife
A              D
start with my eyes
A            D
down so the lines form a
G         A
grimacing smile


am           A          G      D
  Dlose your eyes to corral a virtue
am   A            D
  Is this fooling anyone else?
am      A          G       D
  Never worked so long and hard to
G              A
cement a failure


am       A           G            D
  We can blow on our thumbs and posture
am        A              D          
  but the lonely is such delicate things
am    A            G           D
  The wind from a wasp could blow them
A         D
into the sea, with
A                 D
stones on their feet
A              D          G         A
lost to the light and the loving we need


CHORUS
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G          D     
  Still to come
G           D            A       
  the worst part and you know it
G            D    
  there is a numbness
G        D              A
  in you heart and it's growing

am A G D
am A D 
am A G D
G  A

am A G D
am A D 
am A G D
G  A A


VERSE
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am           A          G          D
  With burnt sage and a forest of bygones
am           A              D   
  I click my heels get the devils in line
am          A              G         D
  A list of things I could lay the blame on might
G                A
give me a way out


am              A              G         D
  But with each turn it's this front and center
am       A          D
  Like a dart stuck square in your eye
am      A            G           D
  Every post you can hitch your faith on is a
A            D
pie in the sky
A               D
chock full of lies
A            D
a tool we devise to make
G              A
sinking stones fly


CHORUS
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G          D    
  Still to come
G           D            A       
  the worst part and you know it
G            D    
  there is a numbness
G        D              A
  in you heart and it's growing



OUTRO (slow down on the last three chords)
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am A G D am A D