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[Verse 1]
Dm
While he sits and stares
G
At girls he can't explain
A#
Oh, here she comes
         A#m
On ten white horses
F
Made of string and clay
A#
The flowers in his fingers
Gm7         C7    A7
Wilt away

[Verse 2]
Dm
His wise old lover said
G
That lies do not deceive
A#
So when she sleeps
A#m
I'll leave her bed and
F
Hurry home instead
A#
My soul is on a string
Gm7                C7 A7
Tied to her chair

[Verse 3]
Dm
And why is it I pray
G
To Gods that always fail
A#
To drag that girl back
A#m
Through my window
F
And undress my face
A#
And smile at me
G#                       C7
While I put on my chains
A7
Ah Ah Aahhh...