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[Verse 1]
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I fell in love with another man's woman
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Another man's woman's got a hold on me
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I'm on my knees, I cannot see
    F               Em              Dm
She came out of the sun just like a deity
    F               Em              Dm
She came out of the cold and she is melting me

Dm
I fell in love with another man's woman
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Another man's woman's got a hold on me
      F              Em               Dm
She's swarming in my head just like a buzz of bees
      F             Em             Dm
She's hit me like a cyclone on the seven seas
    F                Em             Dm
She came in from the rain and she's drowning me


[Chorus]
 C                       G
Adrift and marooned on a splinter at sea
Am                                  F
Washed up in the desert and there's nothing to drink
         C                Em                  Am
And it's no surprise that nothing rhymes with woman

 C                       G
Adrift and marooned on a splinter at sea
Am                                  F
Washed up in the desert and there's nothing to drink
         Em                    Am
Well, Oh Lord, I'm sure you're bored of forgiving me

But don't you see...


[Verse 2]
Dm
I fell in love with another man's woman
Dm
Another man's woman's got a hold on me
Dm
A match in the rain, a moth to the flame
  F                Em           Dm
A pleasure-seekin' yahoo with a penchant for pain
  F             Em              Dm
A double-decker bus of trouble, I'm in the way

Dm
I fell in love with another man's woman
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Another man's woman's got a hold on me
  F            C             Dm
I painted over truth with my tear-stained lies
  F               C              Dm
I took all of the honey 'til the honeycomb dried
F                            Em       Dm
These fantasies could make a dead man rise


[Chorus]
 C                       G
Adrift and marooned on a splinter at sea
Am                                  F
Washed up in the desert and there's nothing to drink
         C                Em                  Am
And it's no surprise that nothing rhymes with woman

 C                       G
Adrift and marooned on a splinter at sea
Am                                  F
Washed up in the desert and there's nothing to drink
         Em                    Am
Well, Oh Lord, I'm sure you're bored of forgiving me