Dirge


('Planet waves' album)

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  I hate myself for lovin' you  A
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nd the weakness that I showed ... Dm
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  Am
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  You were just a painted face On a trip down Suicide Road. Bb
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  The stage was set, the lights went out  A
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ll around the old hotel Bb
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  I hate myself for lovin' you  A
        A        
nd I'm glad the curtain fell. Dm
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  I hate that foolish game we played  A
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nd the need that was expressed Dm
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  And the mercy that you showed to me Whoever would have guessed Bb
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  Dm
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  I went out on Lower B
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roadway  A
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nd I felt that place within Bb
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  That hollow place where martyrs weep  A
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nd angels play with sin Dm
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  Heard your songs of freedom  A
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nd man forever stripped Dm
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  Dm
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  Acting out his folly While his back is being whipped Bb
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  Like a slave in orbit He's beaten 'til he's tame Bb
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  All for a moment's glory  A
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nd it's dirty, rotten shame Dm
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  There are those who worship loneliness I'm not one of them Dm
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       Am       
  In this age of fiberglass I'm searching for a gem Bb
       Bb       
  Dm
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  The crystal ball up on the wall Hasn't shown me nothing yet Bb
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  I've paid the price of solitude  B
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ut at least I'm out of debt Dm
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  Can't recall a useful thing You ever did for me Dm
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  'Cept pat me on the back one time When I was on my knees Bb
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  Dm
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  We stared into each other's eyes 'Til one of us would break Bb
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  No use to apologize What diff'rence would it make Dm
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  So sing your praise of progress  A
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nd of the D
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oom Machine Dm
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  Am
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  The naked truth is still tabu Whenever it can be seen Bb
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  Dm
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  Lady Luck who shines on me Will tell you where I'm at Bb
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   Cm
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Gm
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  I hate myself for lovin' you  B
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ut I should get over that

Bob D
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ylan
(Guitar chords, ukelele, keyboard, tabs, bass, drums and lyrics)

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