The Shins - New Slang, аккорды

Intro: 
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Gold teeth and a curse for this town were all in my mouth.
      
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Only, i don't know how they got out, dear.
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Turn me back into the pet i was when we met.
       
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I was happier then with no mind-set.

                 
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And if you'd 'a took to me like
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А gull takes to the wind.
              
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Well, i'd 'a jumped from my tree
    
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And i'd a danced like the king of the eyesores
         
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And the rest of our lives would 'a fared well.

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New slang when you notice the stripes, the dirt in your fries.
           
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Hope it's right when you die, old and bony.
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Dawn breaks like a bull through the hall,
   
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never should've called.
        
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But my head's to the wall and I'm lonely.

                 
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And i'd a danced like the king of the eyesores
         
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And the rest of our lives would 'a fared well.

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God speed all the bakers at dawn
         
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May they all cut their thumbs,
          
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And bleed into their buns 'til they melt away.

            
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I'm looking in on the good life 
          
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I might be doomed never to find.
            
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Without a trust or flaming fields am I too dumb to refine?
                 
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And if you'd 'a took to me like
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Well i'd a danced like the queen of the eyesores
         
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And the rest of our lives would 'a fared well.

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Outro: 
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