Common Touch Lovejoy

Common Touch

Lovejoy

Sarah Campos

181
Accordage Standard (E A D G B E)
Signature rythmique 4/4
Tonalité: Dm
Capo:
Sans capo
Rythmique 1

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Paroles

[Intro]
| F  | -   | Dm | -  |
| F  | -   | Gm | A  |
| Dm | Dm7 | Dm | Gm |
| Dm | Dm7 | Dm | Gm |

[Versе 1]
Dm                   Dm7
Use that key and make   me bleed,
     Dm
radiator
Gm       Dm
  And offseason,
                Dm7                         Dm
there’s not a devil in hell who would turn  down the
              Gm
chance to meet  her
       Dm                 Dm7                       Dm
Talking  underhand on her favourite band you pretend  to
               Gm
like before leaving
          Dm                 Dm7
The torrential sounds of the driving clouds
             Dm                      Gm
You said the sky's just bruised but I  saw bleeding

[Pre-Chorus]
| F | Gm | Dm | - |

[Chorus]
F                 Gm                Dm
 What do you want?  I would not care  enough to know
F
 And further on,
Gm                  A
  I still won't care enough to know
           F                    Gm
And if it's all too much for the  common touch
       Dm
I could  gild my hands in this circumstance
        F
I could lift you up,
       Gm
give a further thought
       A
I could bleach your name in the crowd

[Verse 2]
Dm Dm7 Dm Gm  Dm                  Dm7
            I think she had a pretty name,
    Dm                       Gm
something that rhymes with Jesus
           Dm
And it’s insane,
                Dm7                    Dm
there’s not a debonair who would turn  down the chance to
    Gm
meet  her
      Dm                  Dm7
Sunk a  couple grand on a losing hand
             Dm                    Gm
Complaining, tried to fight the dealer
        Dm               Dm7
The habitual rounds over burial grounds
            Dm                           Gm
The father, daughter, and the mother Teresa, Teresa,
oh

[Pre-Chorus]
F Gm            Dm
    Fuckin' Teresa

[Chorus]
F                 Gm                Dm
 What do you want?  I would not care  enough to know
F
 And further on,
Gm                  A
  I still won't care enough to know
           F                    Gm
And if it's all too much for the  common touch
       Dm
I could  gild my hands in this circumstance
        F
I could lift you up,
       Gm
give a further thought
       A                             Dm
I could bleach your name in the crowd

[Bridge]
F                                 Bb
 Look, could you give me a minute?
                                       Gm
I'm much too sharp when I’m on my own
               Dm               A
I see your face  move in the shadows of all the places we
          F
used to go
                               Bb
But could you give me a minute?
                                     Gm
I shut my mouth just to spite my nose
               Dm                A
I wish my words  were made for lovers,
but I can’t stand not singing on my own

[Outro]
| Dm | Dm7 | Dm | Gm |

Mesures

[Intro]
| F  | -   | Dm | -  |
| F  | -   | Gm | A  |
| Dm | Dm7 | Dm | Gm |
| Dm | Dm7 | Dm | Gm |

[Versе 1]
| Dm | Dm7 | Dm | Gm |
| Dm | Dm7 | Dm | Gm |
| Dm | Dm7 | Dm | Gm |
| Dm | Dm7 | Dm | Gm |

Use that key and make   me bleed,
radiator
And offseason,
there’s not a devil in hell who would turn  down the
chance to meet  her
Talking  underhand on her favourite band you pretend  to
like before leaving
The torrential sounds of the driving clouds
You said the sky's just bruised but I  saw bleeding

[Pre-Chorus]
| F | Gm | Dm | - |

[Chorus]
| F | Gm | Dm | - |
| F | Gm | A  | - |
| F | Gm | Dm | - |
| F | Gm | A  | - |

What do you want?  I would not care  enough to know
And further on,
I still won't care enough to know
And if it's all too much for the  common touch
I could  gild my hands in this circumstance
I could lift you up,
give a further thought
I could bleach your name in the crowd

[Verse 2]
| Dm | Dm7 | Dm | Gm |
| Dm | Dm7 | Dm | Gm |
| Dm | Dm7 | Dm | Gm |
| Dm | Dm7 | Dm | Gm |
| Dm | Dm7 | Dm | Gm |

I think she had a pretty name,
something that rhymes with Jesus
And it’s insane,
there’s not a debonair who would turn  down the chance to
meet  her
Sunk a  couple grand on a losing hand
Complaining, tried to fight the dealer
The habitual rounds over burial grounds
The father, daughter, and the mother Teresa, Teresa,
oh

[Pre-Chorus]
| F | Gm | Dm | - |

Fuckin' Teresa

[Chorus]
| F  | Gm | Dm | - |
| F  | Gm | A  | - |
| F  | Gm | Dm | - |
| F  | Gm | A  | - |
| Dm | -  | -  | - |

What do you want?  I would not care  enough to know
And further on,
I still won't care enough to know
And if it's all too much for the  common touch
I could  gild my hands in this circumstance
I could lift you up,
give a further thought
I could bleach your name in the crowd

[Bridge]
| F  | -  | Bb | - |
| Gm | Dm | A  | - |
| F  | -  | Bb | - |
| Gm | Dm | A  | - |

Look, could you give me a minute?
I'm much too sharp when I’m on my own
I see your face  move in the shadows of all the places we
used to go
But could you give me a minute?
I shut my mouth just to spite my nose
I wish my words  were made for lovers,
but I can’t stand not singing on my own

[Outro]
| Dm | Dm7 | Dm | Gm |

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