====== Starry Stairs ======

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[comment=based off of live acoustic performances.]

[capo=4]

[tab=Fill1]
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G |--2/4--2----------------2--------
D |------------4---0---4---2--------
A |--------------------------0------
E |---------------------------------
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[tab=FIll2]
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G |-------------0--0------0------0--------0---
D |---0-0------0h2------2/4/2--0--0----0------
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[label=Intro / Verse]
[D=x x 0 2 3 2] [Bm=x x 0 4 3 2] [Bsus2=x x 4 4 2 2] [F#m=2 4 4 2 2 2] [Bm/A=x 0 4 4 3 2] [A=x 0 2 2 2 0] [G=3 2 0 0 0 3]
[Em/F#=0 2 4 0 0 0] [Em=0 2 2 0 0 0] [D] [A] [F#m7=x 0 4 2 2 0] [A] [F#m7] [A] [G]
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They asked for [D]more;[Bm]
What do you [Bsus2]think this [F#m]fanclub is [Bm/A]for? [A]
I slithered [G]up each rose corri[Em/F#]dor, [Em]
I kept a [D]warm, safe place at my [A]core, [F#m7] [A] [F#m7] [A]
before I [G]lost it.

?They asked for [D]blood;[Bm]
?What do you [Bsus2]think this [F#m]woman's made [Bm/A]of? [A]
?I stuck a [G]small, thin pin in my [Em/F#]thumb.[Em]
?They dreamt a [D]low, long line to be [A]crossed--[F#m7] [A] [F#m7] [A]
?and I [G]crossed it.

>I'm aliv[A]e, b[F#m7]ut a d-[A7=0 0 2 0 2 0]ifferent [A]kind of a[D]live 
>than the [Fill1]way I used to be. [F#m7] [A] [F#m7] [A] [G] [Fill2]
>I re[A]tire [F#m7] to a [A7]split white [A]smile to be [D]seen
>in an [Fill1]old stag magazine. [F#m7] [A] [F#m7] [A] [G]

And this girl's eyes,
when they were roughly wrenched open,
I could see a starry stair up your thigh.
You hid behind your hair (oh, but I saw you were smiling),

>while all these guys, all these curious sets of eyes,
>safe behind a TV screen,
>I let them pry,
>pick apart, and hang out to dry
>almost every piece of me.
>(If you don't love me, I'm sorry)

Oh, what a trip.
Oh, what a shimmering silver ship.
Oh, what a hot half-life I half-lived.
And the stripes and stars,
how they stripped off of the siding

when my life ripped off from the part that played as a kid
into the part that blazed through your lids
to find a warm, safe place and to sit,
curled up, inside it.

>So here's "goodbye,"
>from the part that stays behind
>to the part that has to leave,
>to the sublime lips that were never spoiled
>by a line, to the face inside the beam,
>who wasn't me. [A] [F#m7] [A] [F#m7] [A] [G] [Fill2]
>Who wasn't me
>She's not me

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