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Psalm

Jets To Brazil
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Chords in this song

Strum
D-DU-UDU
 Key:
 Chords used:
 F--B-- x4
 Oh hair of dread
 the time is here
 Thirty-three the sheep
 draw near  with eyes so keen
 they cannot hear  all
 the lies that buy
 their ears
 Oh horsepants
 tobacco chest
 Oh sex ghost
 Oh nape of neck
 The tears are
 crashing on her breasts
 The burning bed is out again
 If it's sad
 you know it's  true
 God is glad  on
 bluer moons
 When your room  is
 all you  do it comes to you
 Post Chorus: B--F-- x2
 Oh my rank ink instrument
 row my boat towards abstinence
 with thoughts as
 long as cigarettes
 Snowed in lips and cross protect
 Oh that birdlike appetite
 Low passive fasts make us contrite?
 On silken highways of the night
 the spiders crawl my candlelight
 where the sun  shines in space
 God is dumb  god is great
 But does he love  us
 all the  same? Are we OK?
 And I cried  out your
name  because I loved
 the sound it made
 and because  I couldn't
wait  to see your face
 And nothing ever
 was the same
 And the stars  say
 "Look into my eyes"
 But I can't  change
 if it's only in my mind
 And I love  you but I
 don't have the right
 And I wanted  you
 so bad tonight
 B--F-- x4

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Readable chord sheet for Psalm by Jets To Brazil

Key: [F#]

Chords used:

F

[F#]  Oh hair of dread
the time is [B]here
[F#]  Thirty-three the sheep
draw [B]near[Abm]   with eyes so keen
they cannot [B]hear all
the lies that buy
their [F#]ears
[F#]  Oh horsepants
tobacco [B]chest
[F#]  Oh sex ghost
Oh nape of [B]neck
[Abm]   The tears are
crashing on her [B]breasts
The burning bed is out a[F#]gain

If it's [Bbm]sad
you know [B]it's true
God is [F#]glad on
bluer [C#]moons
When your [Abm]room is
all [B]you do it comes to [F#]you

Post Chorus: B--F

[F#]  Oh my rank ink instru[B]ment
[F#]  row my boat towards absti[B]nence
[Abm]   with thoughts as
long as ciga[B]rettes
Snowed in lips and cross pro[F#]tect
[F#]  Oh that birdlike appe[B]tite
[F#]  Low passive fasts make us con[B]trite?
[Abm]   On silken highways of the [B]night
the spiders crawl my candle[F#]light

where the [Bbm]sun shines in s[B]pace
God is [F#]dumb god is [C#]great
But does he [Abm]love us
all [B]the same? Are we [F#]OK?

[B]  And I [C#]cried out your
[F#]name[B] because I [C#]loved
the sound it [F#]made
[B]  and be[C#]cause I couldn't
[Abm]wait to see your [C#]face
[B]  And nothing [C#]ever
was the [F#]same

And the s[B]tars say
"Look into my [F#]eyes"
But I [B]can't change
if it's only in my [F#]mind
And I [B]love you but I
don't have the [F#]right
And I [B]wanted you
so bad to[F#]night

B--F

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