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Em D
Hallelujah!
C Am
The young king sings a song for the lover, the leaver,
G
the lonely alike
Em D
Young love waits; if I can't,
C Am
then I'll meet you at the gate of Saint Peter when the
G Em
fever takes my mind
D
My God she came singing my name,
C Am G
sounded like rain on the mountain where I burn alive
Em D C
Young flame burn soft as a candle lit between our two
Am D
hearts just beats apart in the dark
[Pre-Chorus]
G Em C
Spent my summer riding high on the whiplash
Head back
G
Blowing through the leaves
Em C Em
Growing up a preacher was all you ever dreamed
[Chorus]
Em
I got the holy roll
I got the holy roll
I felt the fever grip when I needed it close and
I'm at the Fever Pitch
Not quite but nearing it
Can't feed the fever yet I'm saving up my daily measurement
[Interlude]
| Em G | Em G | Em G |
| Em G |
[Verse 2]
Em
I'm at the grocery store
I'm buying eggs and toast
I'm looking at you and not where I walk,
'bout broke my noses facing doors
Don't let the fever get you
Got got already
Lost my soul in the seventh heaven making out on aisle
eleven
[Pre-Chorus]
G Em C
Spent my summer riding high on the whiplash
Head back
G
Blowing through the leaves
Em C
Growing up a preacher was always just a dream
G
All you ever needed were lines you could believe
Em
Sing them to me sweetly
C
Only just a dream
[Break]
Em
Well I know you can't walk
With them heels in the dark
Kick 'em off
Let's talk
Let me get to know you
Well I don't know nothin'
But I'm quick pickin' up and
I think I could get you in a minute or two
Yeah if I could get a minute
Four, five at the limit
I think I might make you
Smile after dinner
Kick me under the table
I think that's my in
And I think I came for that
What comes with it?
[Bridge]
Em
Let it simmer
Let it simmer
Simmer down please
[Outro]
Em
I got the holy roll
I got the holy roll
I felt the fever grip me when I needed it most thank the
lord
I'm at the Fever Pitch now
I'm at the Fever Pitch
Not quite but nearly there
I mean it man
| Em - | D - | C - | Am G |
| Em - | D - | C - | Am G |
| Em - | D - | C - | Am G |
| Em - | D - | C - | Am D |
Hallelujah!
The young king sings a song for the lover, the leaver,
the lonely alike
Young love waits; if I can't,
then I'll meet you at the gate of Saint Peter when the
fever takes my mind
My God she came singing my name,
sounded like rain on the mountain where I burn alive
Young flame burn soft as a candle lit between our two
hearts just beats apart in the dark
[Pre-Chorus]
| G | Em | C | - |
| G | Em | C | Em |
| - |
Spent my summer riding high on the whiplash
Head back
Blowing through the leaves
Growing up a preacher was all you ever dreamed
[Chorus]
| Em | - | - |
| - | - | - | - |
| - |
I got the holy roll
I got the holy roll
I felt the fever grip when I needed it close and
I'm at the Fever Pitch
Not quite but nearing it
Can't feed the fever yet I'm saving up my daily measurement
[Interlude]
| Em G | Em G | Em G |
| Em G |
[Verse 2]
| Em | - | - |
| - | - | - | - |
| - |
I'm at the grocery store
I'm buying eggs and toast
I'm looking at you and not where I walk,
'bout broke my noses facing doors
Don't let the fever get you
Got got already
Lost my soul in the seventh heaven making out on aisle
eleven
[Pre-Chorus]
| G | Em | C |
| - | G | Em | C |
| - | G | Em | C |
Spent my summer riding high on the whiplash
Head back
Blowing through the leaves
Growing up a preacher was always just a dream
All you ever needed were lines you could believe
Sing them to me sweetly
Only just a dream
[Break]
| Em | - | - | - |
| - | - | - | - |
Well I know you can't walk
With them heels in the dark
Kick 'em off
Let's talk
Let me get to know you
Well I don't know nothin'
But I'm quick pickin' up and
I think I could get you in a minute or two
Yeah if I could get a minute
Four, five at the limit
I think I might make you
Smile after dinner
Kick me under the table
I think that's my in
And I think I came for that
What comes with it?
[Bridge]
| Em | - |
Let it simmer
Let it simmer
Simmer down please
[Outro]
| Em |
I got the holy roll
I got the holy roll
I felt the fever grip me when I needed it most thank the
lord
I'm at the Fever Pitch now
I'm at the Fever Pitch
Not quite but nearly there
I mean it man
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