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The Art Of Suicide

Emilie Autumn
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Strum
D-DU-UDU
 
 The art of suicide
  Nightgowns and hair
  Curls flying every  which where
 The pain too pure  to hide
  Bridges of Sighs
  Meant to conceal  lover's lies
 Under the arches
  Of moonlight and sky
  Suddenly easy
  To contemplate why
  Why...
  Why  live a life
 That's painted with pity
  And sadness  and strife
  Why dream a dream
 That's tainted with trouble
  And less  than it seems
  Why bother bothering
 Just for a poem
  Or another  sad song  to sing
  Why live a life
  Why live a life
 
 The art of suicide
  Pretty and clean
  Conveys a theatrical  scene
 "Alas, I'm gone!"  she cried
  Ankles displayed
  Melodramatically  laid
 Under the arches
  Of moonlight and sky
  Suddenly easy
  To contemplate why
  Why...
  Why  live a life
 That's painted with pity
  And sadness  and strife
  Why dream a dream
 That's tainted with trouble
  And less  than it seems
  Why bother bothering
 Just for a poem
  Or another  sad song  to sing
  Why live a life
  Why live a life
 
  Why live a life
 That's painted with pity
  And sadness  and strife
  Why dream a dream
 That's tainted with trouble
  And less  than it seems
  Why bother bothering
 Just for a poem
  Or another  sad song  to sing
  Why live a life
 Why live a life
 Why live a life
  Why live a life
 
 Life is not  like Gloomy Sunday
  With a second ending
  When the people  are disturbed
  Well they should  be disturbed
 Because there's a story
  That ought  to be heard
  Life is not  like Gloomy Sunday
  With a second ending
  When the people  are disturbed
  Well they should  be disturbed
 Because there's a lesson
  That  really ought  to be learned
 The world is full of poets
  We don't need  any more
 The world is full of singers
  We don't need  any more
 The world is full of lovers
  We don't need  any more...
 

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Readable chord sheet for The Art Of Suicide by Emilie Autumn

[C]      [Am]      [Em]      [Dm]   [G7]

[C]  The art of su[Am]icide
  Nightgowns and h[Em]air
  Curls flying e[Dm]very which w[G7]here
[C]  The pain too p[Am]ure to hide
  Bridges of S[Em]ighs
  Meant to con[Dm]ceal lover's l[G7]ies
[Em]  Under the a[Am]rches
  Of moonlight and [Em]sky
  Suddenly e[Am]asy
  To contemplate [Em]why
  Why..[E7].

  [Am]Why live a [Dm]life
[G]  That's painted with p[C]ity
  And sa[E7]dness and st[Am]rife
  Why dream a d[Dm]ream
[G]  That's tainted with tr[C]ouble
  And l[E7]ess than it s[Am]eems
  Why bother bot[Dm]hering
[G]  Just for a p[C]oem
  Or an[E7]other sad s[Am]ong to sing
  Why live a l[Dm]ife
  Why live a l[G]ife

  [C]      [Am]      [Em]      [Dm]   [G7]

[C]  The art of su[Am]icide
  Pretty and c[Em]lean
  Conveys a th[Dm]eatrical s[G7]cene
[C]  "Alas, I'm g[Am]one!" she cried
  Ankles dis[Em]played
  Melodram[Dm]atically l[G7]aid
[Em]  Under the a[Am]rches
  Of moonlight and [Em]sky
  Suddenly e[Am]asy
  To contemplate [Em]why
  Why...[E7]

  [Am]Why live a l[Dm]ife
[G]  That's painted with p[C]ity
  And sa[E7]dness and st[Am]rife
  Why dream a d[Dm]ream
[G]  That's tainted with tr[C]ouble
  And l[E7]ess than it s[Am]eems
  Why bother bot[Dm]hering
[G]  Just for a p[C]oem
  Or an[E7]other sad s[Am]ong to sing
  Why live a l[Dm]ife
  Why live a l[G]ife

  [Em]     [Am]            [Em]     [E7]

  Why live a l[Dm]ife
[G]  That's painted with p[C]ity
  And sa[E7]dness and st[Am]rife
  Why dream a d[Dm]ream
[G]  That's tainted with tr[C]ouble
  And l[E7]ess than it s[Am]eems
  Why bother bot[Dm]hering
[G]  Just for a p[C]oem
  Or an[E7]other sad s[Am]ong to sing
  Why live a l[Dm]ife
[G]  Why live a l[C]ife  [E7]
[Am]  Why live a l[Dm]ife
  Why live a l[G]ife

  [C]      [Am]      [Em]      [Dm]   [G7]

[C]  Life is [Am]not like Gloomy S[Em]unday
  With a second e[Dm]nding
  When the p[G7]eople are dis[C]turbed
  Well they s[Am]hould be disturbed
[Em]  Because there's a s[Dm]tory
  That [G7]ought to be he[C]ard
  Life is [Am]not like Gloomy Su[Em]nday
  With a second en[Dm]ding
  When the p[G7]eople are dis[C]turbed
  Well they sh[Am]ould be disturbed
[Em]  Because there's a l[Dm]esson
  That[G7] really o[C]ught to be learned  [Am]          [Em]                   [Dm]                        [G7]

[C]  The world is full of p[Am]oets
  We don't n[Em]eed any more [Dm]     [G7]
[C]  The world is full of si[Am]ngers
  We don't n[Em]eed any more [Dm]     [G7]
[C]  The world is full of lo[Am]vers
  We don't n[Em]eed any more[Dm]... [G7]         [C]                 [Am]                          [Em]                                  [Dm]                                      [G7]

  [C]       [Am]       [Em]       [Dm]   [G7]   [C]

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