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Thieves Like Us

Moi Caprice
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D-DU-UDU
You  and I, we never do the things  we say, we hang  around here every day.
 How stupid!
 And you  and I, we never really get  things straight. I wonder  why we’re
 always late; Try Cupid!
 But you  and I,  we’ll never  get by if you don’t  hold me, love  me, shield  me
 And you  and I,  we’ll endlessly  cry if you don’t  hold me,  love me, heal  me right
You  and I, we’d argue ‘till it conjured  heat, then ventured in between  our
 sheets somehow
 And you  and I, we stole so many moments  that the State of Texas surely  had
 killed us  now
 And you  and I,  we’ll hardly survive  if you don’t hold  me,  love me, shield  me
 And you  and I,  we’re barely  alive if you don’t hold  me, love  me, heal me
 right
Thieves  like  us  we won’t get trapped,  and thieves  like  us  we don’t adapt,
 and thieves  like  us  we’ll live unwrapped
 We fear no  guillotines, electric chairs, no torture  chambers, All  we fear is
love.

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Readable chord sheet for Thieves Like Us by Moi Caprice

[D]You and I, we never do the thi[B]ngs we say, we ha[G6]ng around here every day.
How s[D]tupid!
And yo[D]u and I, we never really ge[B]t things straight. I won[G6]der why we’re
always late; Try C[D]upid!

But y[D]ou and [A]I, we’ll ne[G6]ver get by if you don’[Em]t hold me, [F#m]love me, sh[G]ield me
And y[D]ou and [A]I, we’ll endle[G6]ssly cry if you do[Em]n’t hold me,[F3m] love me, he[G]al me right

[D]You and I, we’d argue ‘till it conjur[B]ed heat, then ventured in b[G6]etween our
sheets som[D]ehow
And y[D]ou and I, we stole so many mom[B]ents that the State of Texas sur[G6]ely had
killed u[D]s now

And y[D]ou and [A]I, we’ll hardly su[G6]rvive if you don’t [Em]hold me,[F#m] love me, [G]shield me
And y[D]ou and [A]I, we’re bar[G6]ely alive if you don’t hol[Em]d me, lov[F#m]e me, heal [G]me

right

[D]Thieves l[Em]ike u[A]s we won’t get t[G6]rapped, and th[D]ieves li[Em]ke u[A]s we don’t [G6]adapt,
and th[D]ieves li[Em]ke u[A]s we’ll live unw[G6]rapped
We fear n[Bm]o guillotines, electric chairs, no to[Em]rture chambers, A[G6]ll we fear is
[Bm]love.

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