Sister Sinead

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[G]I’m singing this song for my [C]sister Si[G]nead
Concerning the god awful [D]mess that she made
When she [G]told them her truth just as [C]hard as she [G]could
Her message profoundly was [D]misunder[G]stood

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[G]There’s humans entrusted with [C]guarding our [G]gold
And humans in charge of the [D]saving of souls
And [G]humans responded all [C]over the [G]world
Condemning that bald headed [D]brave little [G]girl

And [C]maybe she’s crazy and [G]maybe she ain’t
But [C]so was Picasso and [G]so were the saints
And she’s never been partial to [C]shackles or [G]chains
She’s too old for breaking and [D]too young to [G]tame

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It’s [A]askin’ for trouble to [D]stick out your [A]neck
In terms of a target a [E]big silhouette
But some [A]candles flicker and [D]some candles [A]fade
And some burn as true as my [E]sister Si[A]nead

And [D]maybe she’s crazy and [A]maybe she ain’t
But [D]so was Picasso and [A]so were the saints
And she’s never been partial to [D]shackles or [A]chains
She’s too old for breaking and [E]too young to [A]tame

S.F.L