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[Intro]
Am

Am                     Dm
Some say April is the cruelest,

Dm             Am

Am                          Dm
And though I can be quite morose

Dm           Am

E                             Am             Dm            B           E
The stiff who penned it on a fool's list of those who are chronically verbose

A  B7  Dm  Am (Mute)

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A|--7-8-9-8-7--|
E|-------------|


[Verse]
 A
When your head starts craning back
B7
And your breath comes short and fast
Dm
The music of the spheres start to bounce and sing
Am (Mute)
That's when you know you're swinging

A
When your eyes roll back into your head
B7
And the sap of the trees on your fingers have bled
Dm
Swooning to the charms of Mephisto's waltz
Am (Mute)
That's when you know you've got some schmaltz


[Instrumental]
A  B7  Dm  Am (Mute)


[Verse] (Aggressively)
            Dm
When you've got the evil eye and unconsciously growl
      Am
Your hands start shaking and you crouch and prowl
       Bm7
These terryifing symptoms are a sure-fire sign
             Am  N.C. 
That you're pimpin baby and your feeling fine

A
When you make love to whomever you please
B7
And a bullet to the head feels like a soft warm breeze
Dm7
Red suit green suit they're all there scheming
Am  N.C.                      Bm7
That's when you know you're dreaming


[Outro]
Bm7                   Dm7
Yes you're dreaming, you are dreaming
  F#7    B        E
I hope you are dreaming