Substitute

(intro)
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(verso)
Am                                
The first girl that I fell for was
   D
 a fair and faithful fighter
    G                              
She smouldered with a will to save 
    Am
the world
I did my best to help her, yeah I 
D
stood shoulder to shoulder
       G                           
On the front lines with my 
  Am
visionary girl

Dm
I wish that she had cared for me
            G
But in the end her ideologies
C            C/B             Am
Occupied the fortress of her heart
            Dm                     
I wrote her 15 songs, but still we 
       G
had to part

(refrão)
       F             F7
And if music was the food of love
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     C        C/B    Am    Am/G
Then I'd be a fat romantic slob
     F           F/G               
Well music, it's my substitute for 
C
love

(verso)
Am                                
The last girl that I loved was a 
       D
low and lusty liar
    G                              
who set my heart on fire and made 
    Am
me choke.
Her beauty was a sight to see, but 
     D
she didn't save it all for me.
       G                           
I found other fires by following 
  Am
the smoke.

Dm
I wished that she had either cared
      G                       C
for me or let me be but she drove me
         C/B           Am
from my mind and from my home
            Dm                     
I wrote her sixteen songs but ended
     G
 up alone.

(refrão)
       F             F7
If love is really all that we need
     C           C/B        Am   
then even all my singing is never
         Am/G
 going to save me
     F           F/G      C
Music is my substitute for love.

(bridge)
Am                           G   
Well I've had many different 
            F      C
girls inside my bed
Am              G             F
But only one or two inside my head
             Dm           C       
These days I cuddle up to my 
      G
guitar instead

(outro)
    F                F7
But oh, what I would give
        C             C/B          
not to stumble but to really fall 
Am       G
in love
    F                            
And I could substitute my singing 
     F/G                         
for the sound of someone sleeping 
    C
next to me.