Trashed Exes

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Cm  Ab
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F Fm
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[Verse 1]
Ab                              Fm                     Db
The problem is a different girl, an Athenian beach­goth
Fm                                         F              C
We have so much to live for but living is not one of your talents
Ab                                     C                       Eb
You you were just slumming it with me, you faked it, i was your slum
                  G       Fm                        C
Now i can't even talk to you, easy rider see whatcha done done



[Chorus]
A#m                                  Cm           F          Cm
Gabrielle, i met the plague of you, l'appel du vide of your trashed exes
 Am       A#m                         Fm              Fm
I felt like Antonin Artaud because i refused to cry, refused to cry
 Am          Bb
I saw our withering and thought "how romantic"
 Cm
I saw our withering and thought "i'm glad"
A#m                                       F
Did you really try to love me? that doesn't sound like you
 Fm
No not you

[Verse 2]

 F            C               E
Now that i am dispossessed i feel almost happy
C                                     Em                   Gb
Happy that i no longer have to be the prey of your syndrome
 Ab                                     Fm                  Cm Ab
I do miss the corybantic wilds of our furious and awful love
 Db                 Fm           C                 F
I was ready to share everything oh honey what was i thinking of?


[Chorus]
A#m                                                 Cm
Gabrielle, i met the plague of you, i met the plague
A#m                   Gb         Fm          F         Fm
I felt like Antonin Artaud because i refused to cry refused to cry
A#m        Gb
I saw our withering and thought "nothing tragic"
Cm
I saw our withering and thought "good, i'm glad"
 C         A#m
Did i really try to love you?

F

A#m                                 Cm
Gabrielle, i met the plague of you, l'appel du vide of your trashed exes
 A#m                               Fm                       Ab
I felt like Antonin Artaud because i refused to cry, refused to cry
 Ebm        A#m                  Bb
I saw our withering and thought "how romantic"
 Cm
I saw our withering and thought "i'm glad"
  A#m                                         C
Did you really try to love me? that doesn't sound like you
Cm     Fm
No not you

[Otro]

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