Pink Lunettes

Abadd9/Bb: 6x6546

If you have smaller hands or 
otherwise can't reach your thumb up 
to the 6th fret, I
recommend playing with capo 1 so you
 can play the low Bb on the open A 
string instead:

Abadd9/Bb: x06546

Note that if you do this, the Fm7/Bb
 chord will have to be played open:

Fm7/Bb(relative to capo): x02030

Otherwise, leave the rest of the 
chords the same and play as if the 
capo isn't
there until those 2 chords come up.

[Intro]
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Ooh
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Too long


[Verse 1]
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A taste of chill anisette, babe
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Looking good in pink lunette, babe
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I see her in pink lunette
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I see her in pink lunette
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I see her through pink lunette, babe
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Woo
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It was like
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It was like, ahh


[Verse 2]
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A taste of chill anisette
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Looking good in pink lunette
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Flashing billboards, sick regret, 
babe
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Flaming stupor superjet
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I see her in pink lunette, babe
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Yeah
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Well, Manfred climbed into my nape
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Wrapped up in magnetic tape
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All my life, magnеtic tape
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Falling
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Man


[Verse 3]
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And it chop, chop, chop, chop
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Chop, chop, chop, chop
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Chopped up like Richtеr's atlas
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I'm fading away
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My position in space
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Away
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A Chekovian smile
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A Chekovian smile
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A Chekovian smile of last orchards
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A Chekovian smile of last orchards
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Softened mother's face
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Ooh


[Chorus]
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Softened mother's face
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Softened mother's face
Eb7/Bb
Softened mother's face as she looked
 up from the Star
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Coney Island, Richter's atlas
Eb7/Bb
Never, never, never, never know who 
you are
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A taste of chill anisette, babe
Eb7/Bb
Looking good in pink lunette, maybe
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Billboards flashing, sick regret
Eb7/Bb
A flaming superjet
Eb7/Bb
Looking good in pink lunettes
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Ooh

[Instrumental]

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Bbm Eb7/Bb

[Verse 4]
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A Chekovian smile
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A Chekovian smile
Eb/Bb
A Chekovian smile of last orchards, 
yeah
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Softened mother's face
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Softened mother's face
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Softened mother's face as she looked
 up from the Star
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My position in space
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Fading, fading, fading
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Fading, fading, fading
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A taste of chill anisette, baby
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Looking good in pink lunette, maybe
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Billboards flashing, sick regret, 
baby
Abadd9/Bb
A flaming superjet, wild pink 
lunettes
Fm7/Bb
Manfred climbed into my nape, whoa
Fm7/Bb
Wrapped up in magnetic tape
Fm7/Bb
In my life, magnetic tape
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Falling in magnetic tape
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Maybe, maybe
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Dreaming, dreaming, dreaming
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Dreaming, dreaming, dreaming
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Dreaming, dreaming, dreaming of 
those pink lunettes
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Dreaming, dreaming, dreaming
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Screaming and dreaming
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Screaming
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Those pink lunettes

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[Chorus]
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Softened mother's face
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Softened mother's face
Eb7/Bb
Softened mother's face as she looked
 up from the Star
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Coney Island, Richter's atlas
Eb7/Bb
Never, never, never, never know who 
you are
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A taste of chill anisette, baby
Eb7/Bb
Looking good in pink lunette, maybe
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Billboards flashing, sick regret
Eb7/Bb
A flaming superjet
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But I see her in pink lunettes

[Otro]
Bb              Ab
I should run and hide
   Gm
Or die in the generational divide
Cm7           Bb/D
It's getting wild
      Ebadd9
We'll fall in the generational 
divide
Bb             Ab
Was I born too late
        Gm
For the golden days of my nanny 
state?
Cm7        Bb/D
We'd never cry
         Ebadd9
Though I sigh with the generational 
divide