Thom Yorke — Black Swan
Intro: Am G C Dm C Dm C Dm Verse 1: Am G C Dm What will grow crooked you can't make straight C Dm Dm It's the price that you gotta pay Am G C Dm Do yourself a favor and pack your bags C Dm C Dm C Dm Dm Buy a ticket and get on the train, buy a ticket and get on the train Chorus 1: Am G C DmDm Cause this is f**ked up, f**ked up Am G C DmDm Cause this is f**ked up, f**ked up Verse 2: Am G C Dm People get crushed like biscuit crumbs C Dm Dm And lay down in the bitumen Am G C Dm You have tried your best to please everyone C Dm C Dm C Dm Dm But it just isn't happenin, no it just isn't happenin Chorus 2: Am G C DmDm And that is f**ked up, f**ked up Am G C DmDm And this is f**ked up, f**ked up Am G C DmDm This your blind spot, blind spot Am G C Dm Dm It should be obvious, but it's not. Verse 3: Am G C Dm You cannot kickstart a dead horse C Dm Dm You just crush yourself and walk away Am G C Dm I don't care what the future holds C Dm CDm C Dm Dm Cause I'm right in your arms today, with your fingers you can touch me Chorus 3: Am G C Dm Dm I am your black swan, black swan Am G C DmDm And this is f**ked up, f**ked up Am G C DmDm You are f**ked up, f**ked up Am G C DmDm This is f**ked up, f**ked up Am G C Dm CDm Be your black swan, black swan Am G C Dm Dm I'm for spare parts, broken up (end)
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