Straight In At 101

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[Verse 1]
G               Em      G        
I think we need more post-coital 
 Bm  Em       G
and less post-rock
C               G          
Feels like the build-up takes 
     C              G        C
forever, but you never get me off
   G
You pull your dress over your face
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And I stare down towards my chest
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Chastise both our greasy hair, 
                            G
wonder whose gut is the softest
Stand with my ear to the door, 
                            A
listening to the landing floorboards

Working out when we'll be safe
    Em         A      D    
To dash from mattress to your 
    G
bathroom
         Bm                    G
Where I ball my fingers into fists
           C                    G
Until my knuckles glow bright white
             Em
Press the heels into eye-sockets 
'til I see the flashing lights
   G
Stop me when my stories change
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When they have started to repeat
            G              A   
'Cause last time I was a mess of 
   Em        D
sleep, of icy feet


[Chorus]
  C Em    G     C G
So baby, all apologies
  C             Bm Em Gm     D 
It was going to happen, 
      G
inevitably, oh

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[Verse 2]
                 Em     E       
I think we need more post-coital
Em            G
 and less post-rock
                  C          
Feels like the build-up takes 
   G                C             G
forever, but you never touch my cock
            Em              G   
And what exactly do you mean now
Em                       G
 by, "What can you even eat?"
          C          G            
And how does that affect how I'll 
  C             G
get off this evening?


[Verse 3]
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I flew down south to Mexico, had a 
minor realisation
                      A
I understood why kids draw the sun 
with its rays emanating
    G
And the beams broke the clouds, the 
sky looked like a concertina
                   A               
I'd sat on in my pocket for weeks, 
                    Am
folded up from a picture
 G
I've been playing Straight Chicken 
with gay girls, it's never enough
                           C       
She keeps on pulling the peace sign
                 G
 and it seems like a taunt
She licked a glaze on her lips, they
              A         Gm
 shone like Battleship Grey
                     Em
She never liked the wisdom I gave
  G                            
"Some people give themselves to 
          A
religion
  Em               Gm          
Some people give themselves to a 
          G
cause
  C                             
Some people give themselves to a 
   G
lover
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I have to give myself to goals"


[Chorus]

  C Em    G     C G
So baby, all apologies
  C             Bm Em Gm     D 
It was going to happen, 
      G
inevitably, oh
  C             Em          
And if it helps, I mean, even 
   C           G
slightly at all
                C              G  
It's best to dust yourself down 
               Em       D
and get straight back on the horse


[Verse 4]
    G            D          
I condescend a smile and wink 
      G             C
directly at the camera
    G             D               
I leave you led in both our scents
        B              Em
 as I tiptoe out the backdoor
    G             D                
I skid down icy streets and view my
G             C
 face in the reflection
    G                   D     
Of a High Street lingerie store 
              Em          C
though it wasn't my intention

I phone my friends and family to 
gather 'round the television
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The talking heads count down
               G            E D
The most heart-wrenching breakups of
 all time
  G                D
Imagine the great sense of waste
        E5               D
The indignity, the embarrassment
      E
When not a single one of that whole 
century was mine