Decision Day

	  		
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Fill Riff #1 

e|--------------------------------------------| 
B|--------------------------------------------| 
G|----------------------------------------2---| 
D|------0-0h2-2h4-2p0----------0-0h2-2p0--0---| 
A|--0h2---------------0h2--0h2----------------| 
E|--------------------------------------------| 


Fill Riff #2 

e|--0h2--------| 
B|------3---3--| 
G|--------2----| 
D|-------------| 
A|-------------| 
E|-------------| 


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Intro: Fill Riff #1 
(out of D, keep holding the two top strings while playing and let it all blend) 


        D                             A 
Now the morning was gilded around the edges 

G                        D 
  With the shavings from bone 

          D                                   A 
They were pressed in and glued in against the corner 

G                      D 
  And carved just like soapstone 

           G          A 
And it was gloriously grey 

    G                    A 
The sun was radiant underlay 



D                                  A 
Fighting, fading, winning, waining 

               G                  D 
Purring behind milk and cloud and snow 



FILL RIFF #1 


        D                             A 
Now the blinds are up a foot from the bottom 

               G                            D 
I can make out outlines of ankles, legs and asses 



FILL RIFF #2 


        D                           A 
Until a fresh set sends blood to my ears 

        G                             D 
And the memories flood the levy of my boredom 

        G                             A 
And the finest sinewy strand has been cut clean trough 
         
           G                  A 
There is a pop, a crack and a thud 



    D                 A 
And you were free and i am free 

          G                            D 
Now let's extricate ourselves from the mud 



FILL RIFF #1 


    D              A 
You practised your name  

G                  D 
  In the margin of pages 

     D                A 
Of a hundred thousand rough drafts 

G                                    D 
  I heard they roughed you up pretty bad 

          G                          A 
You gotta climb up the mountain top, scream out loud 

          G                         A 
Chip your teeth on a bottle top and do me proud 



       D                    A 
When i held your hand in my blood free hands 

                      G                D 
I swear they were the cleanest ones in town 



G                  A 
Take your time and let the tide 

G        A      D 
Pull you out to sea 

G                  A 
Take your time and let the tide 

G         A        D 
Pull you away from me