Artist: The Shins
Album: Oh, Inverted World
Song: Girl On The Wing
Tabbed by: Natty - yttan11@hotmail.com)
Bm A E
One wound up punch of intuition, lays flat my whole take on us
You're the girl on the wing of a barnstormer, the tidal rabbit who came of age
E
Before her time
Bm Bm Bm/Bb
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B|--12--10--7--5--3--2-
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A G D A (B-3^^-)
We could have been so good-natured, if I'd relented when you insisted,
Bm G D A
But we've been backed against all nature's walls far too long
Bm G D A
You felt abandoned by me, I recall the sunshine as you were melting
Bm G D A G G G G
And though the comedy softens the fall, they still hear us with their ears to the wall
I sold all my evil motives, no icicles stuck in my hide
I'm through with riddles, I know we're little, just help me feel warm inside
G
Before we take this ride and let it slide,
D
Into the cracks where fall and winter collide
G D
I surrender all my gall in a song of modern love
G D A
Remember you're the one who summoned me above any other kind, any other kind
Bm Bm Bm A E
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B|-7^^/--------------------------------3-2-3----
G|-------4---------2---------2------------------
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e|--------------------0-2-h2-h2-------2-2--------0--
B|--7~~~^--p6p5---0-3-----------5p3-0------3-2-3----
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Bm Bm Bm/Bb
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B|--12--10--7--5--3--2-
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We could have been so good-natured if you'd relented when I insisted,
We take a week off, let the garden grow by itself
And let the gluttons fill themselves with all the worst of the gory nineties
Bm G D A
And though the comedy softens the fall, we stall fall short
Before we take this ride and let it slide
Into the cracks where fall and winter collide
I surrender all my gall in a song of modern love
Remember you're the one who summoned me above any other kind
A G G G G Bm
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