Fiona Apple - Tymps

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Band name Fiona Apple
Song name Tymps
Tab type Chords
Added 05/14/2008
Size 2.29 kb
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Date: Sun, 6 Nov 2005 13:30:40 -0300
From: Perra_Laika 
Subject: a/apple_fiona/tymps.crd

 TYMPS (The sick in the head song)
      - Fiona Apple

 Intro: Bbm G# F# Gm D x2


    Bbm
 Those boon times went bust
    G#
 My feet of clay, they dried to dust
     F#
 The red isn't the red we painted
     Gm           D
 It's just   rust

     Bbm
 And that signature thing
    G#
 That used to bring a following
     F#                    Gm         D
 I have trouble now,   even remembering
 
        Gm
 So why did I kiss him so hard
        Gm
 Late last friday night
 Gm     A#
 And keep on letting him change all my plans
     D#
 I'm either so sick in the head
     F
 I need to be bled dry to quit
     Bm       C
 Or I just really used to love him
   Gm  D        Gm
 I sure hope   that's it
 
 I knew that to keep in touch would do me deep in dutch
 'Cause it isn't the rush of remembering, it's just mush
 And that signature thing is only growing harrowing
 I should have no trouble now to keep from following

 So why did I kiss him so hard
 Late last friday night
 And keep on letting him change all my plans
 I'm either so sick in the head
 I need to be bled dry to quit
 Or I just really used to love him
 I sure hope that's it

 Those boon times went bust
 My feet of clay, they dried to dust
 The red isn't the red we painted
 It's just rust
 That signature thing
 That used to bring a following
 I have trouble now, even remembering

 So why did I kiss him so hard
 Late last friday night
 And keep on letting him change all my plans
 I'm either so sick in the head
 I need to be bled dry to quit
 Or I just really used to love him
 Or I just really used to love him
 Or I just really used to love him
 I sure hope that's it


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