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Losing Touch ukulele

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Losing Touch
The Killers
Tabbed by rich-uk
7 December 2008
Standard tuning - E A D G B E

Intro:
E     B     F#    G#m
E     B     F#    F#
G#m   G#m   C#    C#
G#m   G#m   C#    C#

Verse 1:
G#m                G#m           C#                     C#              G#m
  Console me in my darkest hour,   convince me that the truth is always grey.
                  G#m           C#                    C#               E
Caress me in your velvet chair,   conceal me from the ghost you cast away.

Chorus 1:
              B             F#                G#m         (F#)     E
I ain't in no hurry, you go run and tell your friends I'm losing touch.
                      B                    F#   F#           G#m
Fill their heads with rumours of impending doom - it must be true.

Fill:
G#m   C#    C#

Verse 2:
G#m                              C#                     C#             G#m
  Console me in my darkest hour,   and tell me that you always hear my cries.
                  G#m            C#                    C#          E
I wonder what you got conspired,   I'm sure it dawns a consolation prize.

Chorus 2:
              B             F#                G#m         (F#)     E
I ain't in no hurry, you go run and tell your friends I'm losing touch.
                    B                   F#     F#7
Fill the night with stories, the legend grows,
               B     (F#)        C#m       (G#m)         E              E
of how you got lost,     but you made your way back home.
              B     (F#)       C#m     (G#m)     E                F#
You sold your soul,     like a roaming vagabond,   yeah!

Middle Eight:
G#m                   G#m           G#m          G#m
  I heard you found a wishing well,    in the city.
G#m                G#m                 G#m           G#m                 E
  Console me in my darkest hour (in my darkest hour)    and you throw me down.

Chorus 3:
              B             F#                G#m         (F#)     E
I ain't in no hurry, you go run and tell your friends I'm losing touch.
                     B        F#    F#7
Fill your crown with rumours.
          E    B    F#           G#m
Impending doom -      it must be true.
E     B     F#    F#

B   (F#)        C#m       (G#m)        E              E
        But you made your way back home.
              B     (F#)       C#m     (G#m)     E              E
You sold your soul,     like a roaming vagabond.
                      B     (F#)        C#m       (G#m)        E              E
And about how you got lost,     but you made your way back home.
                       B     (F#)      C#m     (G#m)        E              E
You went and sold your soul,     an allegiance dead and gone.

Outro:
           B     (F#)     C#m   (G#m)    E              E
I'm losing touch.
           B     (F#)     C#m   (G#m)    E              E
           B     (F#)     C#m   (G#m)    E              E
           B     (F#)     C#m   (G#m)    E              E
           B

NB. Chords not in brackets fall on the first beat of the bar
    Chords in brackets fall mid-bar

Losing Touch
The Killers
Tabbed by rich-uk
7 December 2008
Optional dropped tuning - Eb Ab Db Gb Bb Eb

Intro:
F     C     G     Am 
F     C     G     G 
Am    Am    D     D 
Am    Am    D     D 

Verse 1:
Am                 Am            D                      D               Am 
  Console me in my darkest hour,   convince me that the truth is always grey.
                  Am            D                     D                F
Caress me in your velvet chair,   conceal me from the ghost you cast away.

Chorus 1:
              C             G                 Am          (G)      F
I ain't in no hurry, you go run and tell your friends I'm losing touch.
                      C                    G    G            Am 
Fill their heads with rumours of impending doom - it must be true.

Fill:
Am    D     D 

Verse 2:
Am                               D                      D              Am 
  Console me in my darkest hour,   and tell me that you always hear my cries.
                  Am             D                     D           F
I wonder what you got conspired,   I'm sure it dawns a consolation prize.

Chorus 2:
              C             G                 Am          (G)      F
I ain't in no hurry, you go run and tell your friends I'm losing touch.
                    C                   G      G7
Fill the night with stories, the legend grows,
               C     (G)         Dm        (Am)          F              F
of how you got lost,     but you made your way back home.
              C     (G)        Dm      (Am)      F                G 
You sold your soul,     like a roaming vagabond,   yeah!

Middle Eight:
Am                    Am            Am           Am 
  I heard you found a wishing well,    in the city.
Am                 Am                  Am            Am                  F
  Console me in my darkest hour (in my darkest hour)    and you throw me down.

Chorus 3:
              C             G                 Am          (G)      F
I ain't in no hurry, you go run and tell your friends I'm losing touch.
                     C        G     G7
Fill your crown with rumours.
          F    C    G            Am 
Impending doom -      it must be true.
F     C     G     G 

C   (G)         Dm        (Am)         F              F
        But you made your way back home.
              C     (G)        Dm      (Am)      F              F
You sold your soul,     like a roaming vagabond.
                      C     (G)         Dm        (Am)         F              F
And about how you got lost,     but you made your way back home.
                       C     (G)       Dm      (Am)         F              F
You went and sold your soul,     an allegiance dead and gone.

Outro:
           C     (G)      Dm    (Am)     F              F
I'm losing touch.
           C     (G)      Dm    (Am)     F              F
           C     (G)      Dm    (Am)     F              F
           C     (G)      Dm    (Am)     F              F
           C

NB. Chords not in brackets fall on the first beat of the bar
    Chords in brackets fall mid-bar
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