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Black Swan

Thom Yorke
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Chords in this song

Strum
D-DU-UDU
 What  will grow crooked,  you can't  make straight
 It's the price  that you  gotta pay
 Do yourself  a favour  and pack  your bags
 Buy a ticket  and get on  the train
 Buy a ticket  and get on  the train
 Cause this is fucked up, fucked up
 Cause this is fucked up, fucked up
 People get crushed like biscuit crumbs
 And lay down in the bitumen
 You have tried your best to please everyone
 But it just isn't happenin
 No, it just isn't happenin
 And that is fucked up, fucked up
 And this is fucked up, fucked up
 This your blind spot, blind spot
 It should be obvious, but it's not.
 But it isn't, but it isn't
 You cannot kickstart a dead horse
 You just crush yourself and walk away
 I don't care what the future holds
 'Cause I'm right in your arms today
 With your fingers you can touch me
 I am your black swan, black swan
 But I made it to the top, but I made it to the top
 And this is fucked up, fucked up
 You are fucked up, fucked up
 This is fucked up, fucked up
 Be your black swan, black swan
 I'm for spare parts, broken up

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Readable chord sheet for Black Swan by Thom Yorke

Wha[Am]t will grow croo[G]ked, you can[C]'t make stra[Dm]ight

It's the [C]price that y[Dm]ou gotta pay

Do [Am]yourself a fa[G]vour and [C]pack your ba[Dm]gs

Buy a ticke[C]t and get on[Dm] the train

Buy a ticke[C]t and get on[Dm] the train

Cause this is fucked up, fucked up
Cause this is fucked up, fucked up

People get crushed like biscuit crumbs
And lay down in the bitumen
You have tried your best to please everyone
But it just isn't happenin
No, it just isn't happenin

And that is fucked up, fucked up
And this is fucked up, fucked up
This your blind spot, blind spot
It should be obvious, but it's not.
But it isn't, but it isn't

You cannot kickstart a dead horse
You just crush yourself and walk away
I don't care what the future holds
'Cause I'm right in your arms today
With your fingers you can touch me

I am your black swan, black swan
But I made it to the top, but I made it to the top
And this is fucked up, fucked up

You are fucked up, fucked up
This is fucked up, fucked up

Be your black swan, black swan
I'm for spare parts, broken up

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