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Birds
Music by Elton John
Lyrics by Bernie Taupin
Available on the album Songs From The West Coast

(This intro part is played in thrids.  The eighth note and the third note in the scale
The following two lines are written as the key the third is played on.)
G    A    Bb    B    Bb    A    G    Fmaj7+9    C
G    A    Bb    B    Bb    A    G    Fmaj7+9    C

            G
There's some things I don't have now
Bb                                Bbsus2  Bb
Some things I don't talk about
          C                                          G
These things are between myself and I
        F                    C  Csus4  G  
In my thick skull the joker      hides 

There's consequences I'm scared to taste
Cold hard truths I can't face
These days are different than the past
Reflections change in the looking glass 

      F                   C               F  C           G
And everywhere I look there's something to learn
   F                            C    Csus4         G
A sliver of truth from every bridge we burn
  F            C           F       C       G
A hatful of quarters and a naked song
        F                C              D             G/D D
Don't answer the question of where we   belong

                G
How come birds 
                           C                    G
Don't fall from the sky when they die?
                Eb
How come birds
                          F
Always look for a quiet place to hide
         G
These words
                           C           G      
Can't explain what I feel inside?
       Eb                F                      G    A    Bb    B    Bb    A    G    Fmaj7+9    C    
Like birds I need a quiet place to hide

G    A    Bb    B    Bb    A    G    Fmaj7+9    C


These independent moves I make
This confidence I try to fake
You can hear the beating of my heart
But not a feather falling in the dark

And everything I hear never makes any sense
Another old prophet perched on the fence
A cupful of pencils and a self help guru
Don't answer the question of what I am to you
   
Solo:
 F   C  F    C     G
 F   C  Csus4  G
 F   C  F        C     G
 F   C  D       G/D  D

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