History Of Lovers
Iron And WineVersion1
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Louise only got from me innocent poetry
Although she played to not listen
But still I can hear myself speak as if no one else
Ever could offer the same
Some say she knowingly tastes like a recipe
Although so foolish and willing
I said Babe I can picture you bend as if wanting to
Bow as the curtain went down
Coddle some men, they'll remember you bitterly
Fuck 'em, they'll come back for more
I asked my Louise would she leave and so cripple me
Then came a knock at the door
I came for my woman, he came with a razor blade
Bound like us all for the ocean
I hope that she's happy I'm blamed for the death of
The man who would take her from me
Some they saw in me innocent poetry
Some, some they'll never be certain
But still it's been written, a history of lovers
Given and taken in ink
Coddle some men, they'll remember you fittingly
Cut em, they'll come back for more
I asked my Louise would she leave and so cripple me
Then came the knock at the door
Louise came to rescue me; listen, the irony:
Blood made her heart change its beating
I hope that she's happy I'm blamed for the death of
The man she found better than me
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Readable chord sheet for History Of Lovers by Iron And Wine
[D]Louise only[G] got from me innocent poetry [D]Although she[A] played to not listen [D]But stil[G]l I can hear myself speak as if no one else [D]Ever could [A]offer the [D]same Some say she knowingly tastes like a recipe Although so foolish and willing I said Babe I can picture you bend as if wanting to Bow as the curtain went down [G]Coddle some m[D]en, they'll remember you bitterly [G]Fuck 'em, they'll [A]come back for more [G]I asked my L[D]ouise would she leave and so cripple me [G]Then came a kn[A]ock at the door I came for my woman, he came with a razor blade Bound like us all for the ocean I hope that she's happy I'm blamed for the death of The man who would take her from me Some they saw in me innocent poetry Some, some they'll never be certain But still it's been written, a history of lovers Given and taken in ink Coddle some men, they'll remember you fittingly Cut em, they'll come back for more I asked my Louise would she leave and so cripple me Then came the knock at the door Louise came to rescue me; listen, the irony: Blood made her heart change its beating I hope that she's happy I'm blamed for the death of The man she found better than me