Half Moon

	  		

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    Piano-style (how it was recorded)             more "guitareque" approach if you prefer^^ 


Intro:  
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Curious impulse drifting slow in a state 
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In the darkness, in music, our imperfect escape 
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You're a good girl, a daughter of liars avenged 
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And you paint such a picture, the departed, unhinged you make a splash 

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You're adored by strangers through glass 
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When we fuck up our rhythm this idea is a curse 
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I invite myself in and I think I kissed you first 
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But this glimpse at the past, it is tattered and trite 
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Our love tastes like sugar but it pulls all the life out of me 

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Out of me 
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You cry to an old friend, to a hole in your heart 
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To a ghost in the fading strokes of your glorious art 
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And she lied when she said she would call you today 
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And you know I couldn't blame her the pain that you make it never dies 

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I hung it up in a wistful disguise 

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