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Little Bird Chords

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Intro: B, G, B, G, B, G, B, G,

B                        E
Your heart sings like a kettle

         G                           B
And your words, they boil away like steam.

B                               E
And a lie burns long while the truth bites quick,

G                                  B
A heart is built for both it seems.

B                        E
You are lonely as a church,

              G                     B
Despite the queuing out your door.

B                  E         G           B         
I am empty as a promise, no more.


F#         E            B
  When the time comes,

    F#            E          B
And rights have been read,

  F#            E
I think of you often

     B         F#          E         
But for once I meant what I said.

B, G, B, G, B, G, B, G

   B                  E
I was salted by your hunger,

         G                       B
Now you've gone and lost your appetite

B                     E             G               B
And a little bird is every bit as handy in a fight.

    B              E
I am lonely as a memory

            G                          B
Despite the gathering round the fire.

B                  E            G      B
Aren't you every bird on every wire?


F#           E           B
   When the time comes,

    F#             E        B
And rights have been read,

  F#           E
I think of you often

      B            F#        E          B
But for once I meant what I said.

F#        E            B
 Here I stay, I lay me down,

    F#         E        B
In a house by a hill.

   F#              E     B     F#           E        B 
I'm dug from the rubble,    and cut from the kill.

F#         E            B
 Here I stay, I lay me down,

   F#         E          B
In a house by the Hill.

   F#              E     B     F#           E       B
I'm dug from the rubble,    and cut from the kill.         (Times 3)

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