Turntable

D   Em C
D   Em C
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[Verse 1]
       Em                      C           G
In the arms of a lover, in the arms of your son
    Em                             C    G
You lay your head heavy, you're the only one
          Em                        C         G
Won't you sit for a while? Won't you rest yourself?
            D                          Em       C
You know it ain't such a shame to have lost yourself
            D                          Em       C
You know it ain't such a shame to have lost yourself


[Interlude]
Em C G
Mmm
Em C G


[Verse 2]
      Em                    C        G
Three years and a bottle of cheap red wine
       Em                       C    G
All my sacred sins and all your dirty lies
      Em                      C          G
And I ride, and I ride, and I ride, and I ride
     D                  Em         C
Keep riding even when I don't know why
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     D                  Em         C
Keep riding even when I don't know why


[Interlude]
Em C G
Mmm
Em C G


[Chorus]
               D                  Em    C
Oh, she said, "If my heart were a turntable,
       D                            Em          C
And my belly was the speaker and my soul the needle,"
               D                  Em    C
Oh, she said, "If my heart were a turntable,
       D                            Em          C
And my belly was the speaker and my soul the needle."


[Instrumental]
Em C G
Em C G
Em C G
D  Em C
D  Em C


[Verse 3]
   Em                           C      G
Oh meet me in the garden by the flowers blue
          Em                         C            G
Where the trees stretch and wrap themselves around you
         Em                             C       G
And they fill you up till you don't know what to do
     D                        Em       C
On a winter's night when everything is new
     D                        Em       C
On a winter's night when everything is new


[Interlude]
Em C G
Mmmmm
Em C G


[Chorus]
               D                  Em    C
Oh, she said, "If my heart were a turntable,
       D                            Em          C
And my belly was the speaker and my soul the needle,"
               D                  Em    C
Oh, she said, "If my heart were a turntable,
       D                            Em          C
And my belly was the speaker and my soul the needle."


[Otro]
Em C G
Em C G
Em C G
D  Em C
D  Em C