of Montreal - A Sentence of Sorts in Kongsvinger

      
 
 Tabbed by Erlend Riis and Pl Fiksdal paalsfiksdal at hotmail dot com
 
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  I spent the winter on the verge of a total break-
 
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 down While living in Norway
 
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  I felt the darkness of the black metal bands
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  But being such fawn of a man
 C Am (maybe? Im not sure)
 I didn't burn down any old churches
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 Just slept way too much, just slept
 
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 My mind rejects the frequency
 
 It's static craziness to me
          C          
 Is it a solar fever?
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 The TV man is too loud
 
 Our plane is sleeping on a cloud
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 You turn the dial, I'll try and smile
            F               
 We've eaten plastic weather
 
 This family sticks together
          C                                    
 We will escape from the south to the west side
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 My mind rejects the frequency
                          C 
 It's just verbosity to me
 
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  I spent the winter with my nose buried in a book
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 While trying to restructure my character
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  Because it had become vile to its creator
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  And through many dreadful nights
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 I lay praying to a saint that nobody has heard of
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 And waiting for some high times to come again
 
           F                  
 My mind rejects the frequency
 
 It's static craziness to me
          C          
 Is it a solar fever?
        F              
 The TV man is too loud
 
 Our plane is sleeping on a cloud
               C                      
 You turn the dial, I'll try and smile
            F               
 We've eaten plastic weather
 
 This family sticks together
          C                                    
 We will escape from the south to the west side
           F                  
 My mind rejects the frequency
                          C 
 It's just verbosity to me
 
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 Dirty old shadow, stay away
 
 Don't play your games with me
 
 I am older now, I see the way you operate
 
 If you don't hurt me then you die
 
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           F                  
 My mind rejects the frequency
 
 It's static craziness to me
          C          
 Is it a solar fever?
        F              
 The TV man is too loud
 
 Our plane is sleeping on a cloud
               C                      
 You turn the dial, I'll try and smile
            F               
 We've eaten plastic weather
 
 This family sticks together
          C                                    
 We will escape from the south to the west side
           F                  
 My mind rejects the frequency
                          C 
 It's just verbosity to me