Obstacle 1

Interpol

Tom: F
F              Am               F               Am 
I wish i could eat the salt off your last faded lips 
F                  Am               F               Am 
We can cap the old times make playing only logical harm 
F                  Am               F               Am 
We can top the old lines clay-making that nothing else will change. 
F                         Am                                      F 
But she can read, she can read, she can read, she can read, she's bad 
F              Am               F               Am 
Oh, she's bad 

Fmaj7                                C/B         Am                  Cmaj7 
It's different now that I'm poor and aging, I'll never see this face again 
Fmaj7                     C/B    Am                  Cmaj7 
You go stabbing yourself in the neck 
Fmaj7                                C/B             Am                   Cmaj7 
It's different now that I'm poor and aging, and I'll never see this place again 
Fmaj7                     C/B       Am                  Cmaj7 
And you go stabbing yourself in the neck 

F                       Am                       F               Am 
We can find new ways of living make playing only logical harm 
F                             Am               F                 Am 
And we can top the old times, clay-making that nothing else will change. 
F                                       Am             F 
But she can read, she can read, she can read, she's bad 
          Am 
Oh, she's bad 

Fmaj7                                C/B         Am                  Cmaj7 
It's different now that I'm poor and aging, I'll never see this face again 
Fmaj7                     C/B    Am                  Cmaj7 
You go stabbing yourself in the neck 
Fmaj7                                C/B             Am                   Cmaj7 
It's different now that I'm poor and aging, and I'll never see this place again 
Fmaj7                     C/B       Am                  Cmaj7 
And you go stabbing yourself in the neck 

F                        Am     F    Am 
It's in the way that she posed, 
            F                          Am     F    Am 
it's in the things that she puts in my head 
                F                Am 
Her stories are boring and stuff. 
             F                Am 
She's always calling my bluff. 
              F                         Cmaj7 
She puts the, she puts the weights into my little heart, 
        F                       Cmaj7 
And she gets in my room and she takes it apart. 
F                         Cmaj7 
She puts the weights into my little heart, 
       F                         Cmaj7 
I said she puts the weights into my little heart. 

F Am 
                 F   Am 
She packs it away 

F                             Cmaj7 
It's in the way that she walks 
              F            Cmaj7 
Her heaven is never enough 
             F                  Cmaj7 
She puts the weights in my heart 
             F                         Cmaj7 
She puts, oh she puts the weights into my little heart. 

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