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Sleeping
| Fm | |
| The most tender place in my heart is for strangers | |
| C# G# D# Fm | |
| I know it's unkind but my own blood is much too dangerous | |
| C# G# C# G# | |
| Hangin' round the ceiling half the time. Hangin' round the ceiling half the time. | |
| Fm, Fm | |
| Compared to some I've been around, but I really tried so hard | |
| C# G# | |
| That echo chorus lied to me with its | |
| D# Fm | |
| Hold on, hold on. Hold on-hold on | |
| C# G# | |
| In the end I was the mean girl | |
| D# G# | |
| Or somebody's in-between girl | |
| Fm | |
| Now it's the devil I love | |
| C# G# | |
| And that's as funny as real love | |
| D# C7 | |
| Fm C# | |
| I leave the party at three a.m. | |
| G# D# | |
| Alone, thank God | |
| Fm C# | |
| With a valium from the bride | |
| G# D# | |
| It's the devil I love | |
| Fm | |
| It's the devil I love | |
| C# G# | |
| And that's as funny as real love | |
| C# G# | |
| And that's as real as true love | |
| D# C7 | |
| Fm C# G# D# x2 | |
| C Fm | |
| C# G# | |
| That echo chorus lied to me with its | |
| D# Fm | |
| Hold on, hold on. Hold on-hold on | |
| C# G# | |
| That echo chorus lied to me with its | |
| D# Fm | |
| Hold on, hold on. Hold on-hold on |