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Postcard From Princess

Nq Arbuckle
Version1
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Chords in this song

Strum
D-DU-UDU
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Postcard  from Princess,  last  cigarette, St.Patricks
West  end Toronto, polish  bar,  back ache
 And  I can't wait to see  you, can't  wait to be alone,
 And  I'll call you tomorrow,  from Winnepeg, Saskatchewan,
 The drunken whine  is keeping  me from sleeping
Its  changing the  channels, on  my TV
 And I've  forgotten all the pretty  lies, that used  to come so easily
 to  mind
 slide to
 Oooooooooohhhh X2
 And the stars  aren't guiding us home
 They're just dragging  us backwards and forwards,  til  dawn
 finish what you're doing and kiss me on the mouth
 and call up all of your friends for a quiet night out
 this dance is no race, death is no dream
 and she's treating this jukebox like a washing machine
 shake me from this feeling, wake me from the couch
 the words are so close but i can't make them out
 this house is so quiet, this house is so still
 i told you that i loved you, always have and always will

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Readable chord sheet for Postcard From Princess by Nq Arbuckle

[B]* [0]     [F]*[0]
   [1]       [1]
   [0]       [2]
   [0]       [3]
   [2]       [3]
   [0]       [X]

[C]Postcard from [B]Princess, last[Am] cigarette, [F]St.Patricks

[C]West end T[B]oronto, [Am]polish bar,[F] back ache

A[C]nd I can't wait to [B]see you, can'[Am]t wait to be [F]alone,

An[C]d I'll call you [B]tomorrow, from [Am]Winnepeg, [F]Saskatchewan,

[C] The drunken [B]whine is [Am]keeping me from [F]sleeping

[C]Its changing th[B]e channels, [Am]on my [F]TV

And I've[C] forgotten all the [B]pretty lies, that [Am]used to come so [F]easily

to[C] mind        [B]                 [Am]                              [F]

[G] slide to [F]
Oooooooooohhhh            X2

And the [Dm]stars aren't guiding us [F]home

They're just [Dm]dragging us backwards and [F]forwards, til[C] dawn [B]     [Am]           [F]

finish what you're doing and kiss me on the mouth
and call up all of your friends for a quiet night out
this dance is no race, death is no dream
and she's treating this jukebox like a washing machine
shake me from this feeling, wake me from the couch
the words are so close but i can't make them out
this house is so quiet, this house is so still
i told you that i loved you, always have and always will

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