September

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A|------3--------------------------------------| 
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[Verse]
Fm                  Ab            
Every suntan tells stories and the
 Dbmaj7       Ab
 shape of the white snitches

Fm           Ab     Dbmaj7   Ab
Fat men in tropical climes

Fm                 Fm         
Now you tell me you’ve been 
Dbmaj7       Dbmaj7
fucking king creosote, and that

Fm        Ab         Dbmaj7    
Dbmaj7 x3
I should’ve known for a while


Fm             Ab         Dbmaj7
Watching the starlings as autumn
       Ab
 draws in

          Fm            Ab       
As they make ghosts across London
Dbmaj7          Ab
 fields

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Fm             Fm         Dbmaj7
And I would’ve moved out there 
          Dbmaj7
to be with you

Fm          Ab                Dbmaj7
    Dbmaj7 x3
I would’ve moved out there for real


        Fm              Ab   
Saw I a choir of golden angels 
            Dbmaj7       Ab
wearing matching rucksacks

         Fm          Ab          
As they obscured the view to your
Dbmaj7    Ab
 train

        Fm            Ab            
     Dbmaj7 x3
And I’m sorry if it seems like I’m 
rambling here


[Chorus]
       Fm          Ab             
Because I want to see the way the 
     Dbmaj7           Ab
skin splits round his bones

        Fm       Ab          
And the gurgling head in your
Dbmaj7    Ab
 lap

       Fm            Ab          
And the arms of the crowd as they
Dbmaj7          Ab
 pull me away

        Fm          Ab           
And the mud and the blood in the 
Dbmaj7    Ab
grass


Fm              Ab        Fm
When we scraped our bones together

Ab     Dbmaj7 Ab   Dbmaj7  Ab
We got fire (fire, fire, fire)

x4

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