of Montreal - Sirens of Your Toxic Spirit

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                   SIRENS OF YOUR TOXIC SPIRIT - OF MONTREAL
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Created by: dcolspector

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Bm            (F#  F) - single notes
What I recall,
E                  (G#) A       A/G#m
   Remember best is the insanity,
        F#m      F#m/B    F#m    F#m/B
And the clatter.

Misapprehensions are killing you,
But not fast enough to really matter.

    B      
The flume of your struggle,
(C#) D
It's flooded with sorrow and it,
B             (C#) D       Dsus2    A
Poisons everybody  near it.
       (B) C#m            (E F) F#
I'm not a  patron of yours any--more,
              B    B7
Don't want to hear it.
     E7                   F#m       B7    F#m 
The sirens of your toxic spirit,            
E7      A
    Ooh.

Of your addictions and shiftiness,
Inherited from your father,
I know you struggle to keep them in check,
But at this point why even bother?

The flume of your struggle,
It's flooded with sorrow and it,
Poisons everybody near it.
But I'm not a patron of yours anymore,
Don't want to hear it.
The sirens of your toxic spirit
Ooh.

What friendships you have left,
They're not derived from love.
They're just some warped form of charity,
I've wounded you and you've wounded you too,
At least we can feel good about the parity.

The flume of your struggle,
It's flooded with sorrow and it,
Poisons everybody near it.
But I'm not a patron of yours anymore,
Don't want to hear it.
The sirens of your toxic spirit,
Ooh.

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