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Effigy

Andrew Bird
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Chords in this song

Strum
D-DU-UDU
If  you come to find me affable
 Build a replica  for me
 Would the idea  to you be laughable
 Of a pale  facsimile?
 So will you come  to burn an effigy?
 It should keep  the flies away
 And when you long  to burn this effigy
 It should be of the hours  that slip away,  slip away
It  could be you,  it could be me
 Working the door,  drinking for free
 Carrying on  with your conspiracies
 Filling the room  with a sense of unease
 Fake conversations  on a nonexistent  telephone
Like  the words of a man  who's spent a little too much time  alone
When  one has spent too much time  alone
So  will you come to burn my effigy?
It  should keep the flies away
If  you long to burn an effigy
It  should be of a man  whose has lost his way,  slips away
It  could be you,  it could be me
 Working the door,  drinking for free
 Carrying on  with your conspiracies
 Filling the room  with a sense of unease
 Fake conversations  on a nonexistent  telephone
 Like the words  of a man  who's spent a little too much time  alone
 When one  has spent too much time  alone

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Readable chord sheet for Effigy by Andrew Bird

[C]If you come to find me [F]affable
Build a [C]replica for [G]me
Would the [C]idea to you be [F]laughable
Of a [C]pale facsimi[G]le?
So will you [C]come to burn an [F]effigy?
It should [C]keep the flies a[G]way
And when you [C]long to burn this [F]effigy
It should be of the [C]hours that slip [G]away, slip a[Am]way   [D]        [Dm]              [G]
[F]It could be [Am]you, it could be [G]me
Working the [F]door, drinking for free
Carrying [Am]on with your conspirac[G]ies
Filling the [F]room with a sense of unease
Fake conver[G]sations on a nonexistent[C] tele[Am]phone
[F]Like the words of a [G]man who's spent a little too much [C]time al[Am]one
[F]When one has spent too much [G]time alone

[C]So will you come to burn my e[F]ffigy?
[C]It should keep the flies aw[G]ay
[C]If you long to burn an e[F]ffigy
[F]It should be of a [C]man whose has lost his w[G]ay, slips a[Am]way   [D]        [Dm]              [G]

[F]It could be [Am]you, it could be [G]me
Working the [F]door, drinking for free
Carrying [Am]on with your conspirac[G]ies
Filling the r[Am]oom with a sense of u[F]nease
Fake convers[G]ations on a nonexistent[C] teleph[Am]one
Like the w[F]ords of a m[G]an who's spent a little too much t[C]ime alo[Am]ne
When o[F]ne has spent too much t[G]ime alone

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