A Comet Appears taby ukulele według Shins

INTRO
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am G F C
am G C 
am G F C
F  G


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


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


am           G          F      C
  Close your eyes to corral a virtue
am   G            C
  Is this fooling anyone else?
am      G          F       C
  Never worked so long and hard to
F              G
cement a failure


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


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

am G F C
am G C 
am G F C
F  G

am G F C
am G C 
am G F C
F  G G


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


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


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



OUTRO (slow down on the last three chords)
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am G F C am G C