Dm#             A#
short delay the parrot blues,
B             F#         
little voices mimick you,
 A#                           B     
it's not so hard to make that sound,
Dm#                 A#
so watch your back, the Ides of March,
       B                  F#         
March, cut your hair like Joan of Arc, 
A#                                   B
disguise your will, they'll find you out,
              Bb
and when they do...
     B  C#
look out

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              B                  C#
there's money lenders inside the temple
           B                        F#
the circus tiger's gonna break your heart
             A#               B
something so wild turned into paper
     Gm#                       C#
if I loved you, well that's my fault

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Dm#             A#    
a bitchin heat, the alpha male,   
B                   F#          
not something she'd ever tell,
A#                          B  
except when she got deathly high,
    Dm#              A#         
and out it came like summer rain,
B                   F#        
washed the cars and everything,
A#                           B
felt clean for just a little while
      Bb              B     C#
a telephone, we drunk dialed

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             B                     C#
the starving children they ain't got no mother
        B                            F#
there's pink flamingos living in the mall
           Am#                 B
I'd give a fortune to your infomercial
        Gm#                         C#
if just somebody would just take my call
        Gm#  C#
take my call,
        Gm#  C#
take my call,
 
--

F#
hello? 
                               B
patterns in my mind now moving slow
                               F#
sorrow all across the surface rolls
                               C#
smoothing out the edges of the stone
                                     Gm#                               
the lights are out where'd everybody go?
B   Bb
hello?

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Dm#                A#                           
erase yourself and you'll be free
B             F#
mendola destroyed by the sea
Am#                   B
all we are is colored sand
Dm#                A#
so pay to ride the ferris wheel
B              F#              A#                     B
smile all that you can feel is gratitude for what has been
           Bb  B   C#
cuz it did not happen

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              B                  C#
there's money lenders inside the temple
           B                        F#
the circus tiger's gonna break your heart
             Am#              B
something so wild turned into paper
       Gm#                        C#
If you loved me, well that's your fault
              B                  C#
there's money lenders inside the temple
             B                  C#
this crystal city's gonna fall apart
               A#               B
when all their power turns into vapor,
     Gm#                      C#
If I loved you well that's my fault,
               Gm#   C#
well that's my fault
               Gm#   C#
well that's my fault



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I think this is somewhat right :)

Enjoy!