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Intro 1
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Verse 1
F#m
at the party in a pair of dark glasses
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His grandfather wore in the war
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Saying nothing to no- one,
F#m
just drinks as if that's
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What God gave him his ugly mouth for
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And he doesn't make passes
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at the girls in the corner
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In their Bolshevik glasses
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and black
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When they giggle a little
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and look at him funny
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The gatecrasher only looks back
Verse 2
C#m
He takes in the faces,
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never quite placing them
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Bm
Squinting his short- sighted eyes
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And each one reminds him of
Bm
someone he's known
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Or someone he faintly dislikes
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And he can't understand
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the naive curiosity
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Forcing two strangers to talk
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When language is always and
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And people are like cheese and chalk
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Interlude 1
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Verse 3
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So he lifts himself out of
F#m
his squatting position
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And gets up for something to eat
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But the ham is too pink
F#m
and the turkey is cardboard
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And the plate is as floppy as meat
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So he fills up his glass with
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Snatched from some new arrivals who stare
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As he tips back his head like
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a man seized with laughter
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And spits the drink into the fire
Verse 4
C#m
And he looks so appealing
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with eyes like a bloodhound
C#m
And hair like the 'Quatre Cent
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With the holes in his trousers
Bm
designed to arouse us
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He looks like he'd know
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what to do
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On the rims of his eyes there's
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a trace of infection
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Or maybe the mark of a tear
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Gm
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And is it mascara or is it bacteria, there where the white,
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where the white disappears?
Interlude 2
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Verse 5
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And which of those girls
F#m
isn't scared of him
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And which of us isn't the same
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And maybe that's why,
F#m
of the four of them
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No one remembers the gatecrasher's name
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Interlude 3
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Verse 6
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Absentmindedly licking
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the tip of a finger
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Bm
F#m
He's just used for scratching his ear
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He wrinkles his nose at
Abm
the taste of the wax
Bm
F#m
Which, like him, is acidic and sour
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And just for a second something
comes back to him
Something so real and remote
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That he tips back his vodka
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to blank out the thought
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And he grins as it scorches his throat
Verse 7
C#m
Maybe he thought of his mother,
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how she kicked out his father
C#m
When he'd pushed her around
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And how he'd pretended
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to sleep as she hugged him
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And how he'd been calmed
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by her touch
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Or he's sad with nostalgia
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for a little Italian
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He met in a bar in Milan
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Gm
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While they swept up the glass
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on Piazza Fontana
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He knew she'd be thinking of him
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She'd be thinking of him
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Interlude 4
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Verse 8
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Or he wonders why Hitler
F#m
liked lemon verbena
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And whether he loved Eva Braun
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F#m
Or maybe he thinks of his cheap bed
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and breakfast
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On the far side of town
Outro 1
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