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The Shins — New Slang

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Intro: Am C F C G C Am G }x3
       Am C F C G C Am G C

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

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

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

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

Solo: F C F C F C G C F C F F C F C G C Am G C

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

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

Solo: F C F C F C G C F C F F C F C G C Am G C

Outro: Am C F C G C Am G
       Am C F C G C Am G C
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