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Everything I Hate ukulele

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#----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE--------------------------------#
#This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the#
#song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research.#
#-----------------------------------------------------------------------------#

Date: Thu, 28 May 1998 16:05:04 -0400
From: Jeff Townsend 
Subject: s/smalltown_poets/everything_i_hate.crd

Artist: Smalltown Poets
Song: Everything I Hate
Submitter: Casey Townsend
Transcriber: Bert Hatch
>From the self titled album: Smalltown Poets
Copyright 1997 on Forefront Records

Intro: A5, A5, C5, D5 (repeat)
Use these three power chords for all the verses

			Verse 1
A5 A5      C5    D5       A5 A5 C5 D5
    I think I am elastic
A5 A5        C5     D5          A5 A5 C5 D5
    These arms they are a wonder
A5 A5                  C5     D5          A5 A5 C5 D5
    They pull form sideways, up, and under
A5 A5                  C5             D5
    I think it's time for something drastic.
Bm       A                   Bm        A
And it could be more than I bargained for
Bm       A     D
Ten to one it is

			Chorus
G                 Bm      A
Oh I'm into everything I hate
     Em          G
My spirit is not moved
    D               A
My members take the bait
G                      Bm      A
Oh, oh, I'm into everything I hate
     Em              G
I'm still not dead enough
    D            A
To stifle this debate
	Verse 2
These heels were made for bruising,
And the cobble stones they're using,
All the pleasures of my choosing,
Boy, I must be born for loosing.
Heal these souls to hurt no more,
I'll lift these hands just like before,
Cover me like a dimestore suit until
I'm just like You.
	Repeat chorus
	         (Bridge)
G               F              E
Careful little eyes what you see
G               F              E
Careful little feet where you go
	Repeat chorus

            
            
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