Pretty Girls Make Graves

	  		
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Upon the sand, upon the bay 
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"There is a quick and easy way" you say 
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Before you illustrate 
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I'd rather state: 
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"I'm not the man you think I am 
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I'm not the man you think I am" 

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And Sorrow's native son 
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He will not smile for anyone 
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And Pretty Girls Make Graves 
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Oh... 

Bm         F#m              D   
End of the pier, end of the bay 
A   Bm              F#m     D        A 
You tug my arm, and say: "Give in to lust, 
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Give up to lust, oh heaven knows we'll 
A       D 
Soon be dust... " 

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Oh, I'm not the man you think I am 
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I'm not the man you think I am 
    Bm       F#m D  A 
And Sorrow's native son 
   Bm              F#m  D  A 
He will not rise for anyone 
    Bm     F#m        D  A 
And Pretty Girls Make Graves 
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Oh... 

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I could have been wild and I could have 
     A 
Been free 
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But Nature played this trick on me 
A            Bm 
She wants it Now 
                 F#m 
And she will not wait 
              D 
But she's too rough 
             A 
And I'm too delicate 
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Then, on the sand 
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Another man, he takes her hand 
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A smile lights up her stupid face 
     Bm       F#m 
(and well, it would) 
  D                A 
I lost my faith in Womanhood 
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I lost my faith in Womanhood 
  D       A 
I lost my faith... 
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Oh... 

Hand in glove... 
The sun shines out of our behinds... 
Oh...