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Artist: The Decemberists
Album: The Tain
Song: The Tain Part IV
[http://www.indieguitartabs.com/bands/decemberists/04_part4.html]
Tabbed by: me, "ahippoproject", and selanator from decemberists.com/orate
Starts around 10:12:
Keys transcribed for guitar
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oh the wind is blowing, it hurts your skin as you
your arms full of lullabies, orchids and wine your
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climb up hillside, forest and fen.
memories wrapped within paper and twine.
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the room that you lie in is dusty and hard
of gingham, taffeta, cotton and silk
1. 2.
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sleeping soft babies on piles of yards
your dry hung - ry mouths cry for your mother's milk.
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1. 2.
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when the dawn comes to greet you, you'll rise with clothes on
of cattle and maidens and withered old queens.
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and advance with the others, singing old songs
mu - sic carry you on.
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the room that you lie in is dusty and hard
of gingham, taffeta, cotton and silk
1. 2.
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sleeping soft babies on piles of yards
your dry hung - ry mouths cry for your mother's milk.