Romance Is Boring (cover) Tabulatur von Wilbur Soot

[Intro]
A Bm F#m
A Bm F#m 

[Verse 1]
A                     Bm       F#m
Darling, i'm with the St. Bernards
           A                         Bm F#m
And we are scouring the Alps and the Andes
           A                 Bm F#m
And if they die it is on my head 
            A                             Bm
They follow paw prints in the snow to my throne, to my bed


[Chrous]
      A                Bm         D       F#m
You're pouting in your sleep, I'm waking, yawning
      A                Bm          F#m       D
We're proving to each other that romance is boring
A                 Bm           D            F#m
Sure, there are things I could do if I was half-prepared to
A              Bm          D         F#m
Prove to each other that romance is boring

[interlude]
A Bm F#m
A Bm F#m 

[Verse 2]
A                           Bm  F#m
Start as you mean to continue
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Complacent and self-involved
A                            Bm  F#m
You're trying not to be nervous
A                         F#m
Wish you were trying at all

[Pre-Chorus]
 A                               Bm            F#m
I will wake, I will bake, I Will bake phallic cake
           A                     Bm  F#m
Take your diffidence, make it my clubhouse
       A                           Bm          F#m
But my strength's within lies, ventricle cauterised
         A                      Bm
It's the way of living that I espouse

[Chorus]
       A               Bm           D            F#m
You're pouting in your sleep, I'm waking, still yawning
       A               Bm       D
We're proving to each other that romance is boring
A                 Bm           D           F#m
Sure, there are things I could do if I was half-prepared to
A              Bm          D         F#m
Prove to each other that romance is boring

[Interlude]
A F#m A F#m 

[Bridge]
A                                      F#m
 We are two ships that pass in the night
                             Bm
You and I, we are nothing alike
                                          D
I am a pleasure cruise, you are gone out to trawl
                N.C.
Return nets empty, nothing and oh

[Chorus]
       A               Bm           D        F#m
You're pouting in your sleep, I'm waking, still yawning
       A               Bm         F#m        D
We're proving to each other that romance is boring
A                 Bm           D           F#m
Sure, there are things I could do if I was half-prepared to
A              Bm          D         F#m
Prove to each other that romance is boring
 
[Interlude]
A F#m A F#m G

[Outro]
       A               Bm           D        F#m
You're pouting in your sleep, I'm waking, still yawning
       A               Bm         F#m        D
We're proving to each other that romance is boring
A                 Bm           D           F#m
Sure, there are things I could do if I was half-prepared to
A              Bm          D         F#m     A
Prove to each other that romance is boring