Fake Moustache

Intro: F - G - F - G - F - G - A# - 

A

F                      G
Going to heaven with a fake 
moustache
F                       G
Going to try my luck in the clouds
F                          G
My heart's getting used to this 
whiplash
A#                      A
I'm letting go, take my hand quickly


F                        G
Wonder what it's like on the other 
side
   F                       G
If green pastures wait for me there
   F                          G
My head's a lion, my heart is a 
butterfly
A#                  A
I gotta go, I gotta go quickly


G - F

G
I'm not used to her violence
G                      F
I never knew anyone so beautiful in 
her silence
F
I never knew anyone at all


G
Buried is my stone heart
G
Beneath the dust of an age
F
I'm not used to this girl, no
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F
I wasn't built for this world, I'm 
slipping

[PIANO G  O]

F - G - F - G

F                     G
In her kitchen making me strip slow
F                      G
Wants to see what I am made from
F                          G
Wants to feel me play with her heart
 strings
    A#                    A
She gotta know, she gotta go quickly


F                         G
There's a tiger asleep in my bedroom
    F                     G
I'm in the garden shaking with fear
F                             G
Morning clouds look just like a 
highway
A#                  A
I gotta go, I gotta go quickly


G - F

G
I'm not used to her violence
G                      F
I never knew anyone so beautiful in 
her silence
F
I never knew anyone at all


G
Buried is my stone heart
G
Beneath the dust of an age
F
I'm not used to this girl, no
F
I wasn't built for this world, I'm 
slipping

G
I'm not used to her violence
G                      F
I never knew anyone so beautiful in 
her silence
F
I never knew anyone at all


G
Buried is my stone heart
G
Beneath the dust of an age
F
I'm not used to this girl, no
F
I wasn't built for this world, I'm 
slipping


[PIANO & BASS G  O]

F                      G
Going to heaven with a fake 
moustache
F                       G
Going to try my luck in the clouds
F                          G
My heart's getting used to this 
whiplash
A#                      A
I'm letting go, take my hand quickly