Lament
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Fm
I‘ve seen your fairground hair, your seaside eyes
Gm Fm
your vampire tooth and your little truth, your tiny lies
Fm
I know your trembling hand, your guilty prize
Gm Fm
your sleeping limbs, your foreign hymns your midnight cries.
G# C# Eb G#
So dry your eyes and turn your head away
C# Eb G# Eb Bb
now there‘s nothing more to say, now you‘ve gone away.
