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Date: Thu, 30 Apr 1998 17:42:21 -0400
From: Adam Klein
Subject: c/cole_paula/throwing_stones.crd
Song: Throwing Stones
By: Paula Cole
>From The Album: This Fire
Chorded By: Adam Klein
E-Mail: Adam_Klein@compuserve.com
Web Page: The Ultimate Amanda Marshall Homepage
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Dm A7
So call me a bitch in heat and I`ll call you a liar,
Bbsus2 C5
And we`ll throw stones until we`re dead.
Dm
There you go again, you cut me off from talking
You bask in the glory, the center of the circle.
All our friends think you are a comedian --
so kind and generous, but I am suffering
Bbsus2 Csus Bbsus2 Csus2
Away from here, I want to be away from here,
Bbsus2 Gm9
Away from every little thing.
F
Every little thing.
Gm9 Am
I used to love your every little thing.
Dm A7
So call me a bitch in heat and I`ll call you a liar,
Bbsus2 C5
And we`ll throw stones until we`re dead.
Dm
You`re the puppeteer and I`m the puppet,
You manipulate me with guilt-ridden Catholic shit.
Everytime I try to talk it through you turn it around
And make us out to be David and Goliath.
Bbsus2 Csus Bbsus2 Csus2
Away from here, I want to be away from here,
Bbsus2 Gm9
Away from every little thing.
F
Every little thing.
Gm9 Am
I used to love your every little thing.
F Gm9 F
Your arms beneath me, your light inside me
Gm9 F
I used to love your every little, every little thing.
Gm9 F
Your eyes blue stars, your hand in my purse,
Gm9 Am
Now I hate your every little thing.
Dm C9 Am Dm
Oh mama I didn`t know life was this hard.
Dm C9 Am Dm
Oh mama my innocence has been tarred
Bbsus2 F5/C
My inner vision dulled and darkened
Bbsus2 F
I gave myself away to you,
Bbsus2 F5/C Bbsus2 F5/C
I felt my sorrow humble me and throw my crown upon the ground
Bbsus2
It was you I hoped for and
F5/C
us I prayed for and
Bbsus2 F5/C
me that I believed was wrong
Bbsus2 F5/C Bbsus2
But now my anger is my best friend and careful,
F5/C Dsus2
I may bite your head off.
A7 Bbsus2 Csus
Dm11 A7
So call me a bitch in heat and I`ll call you a liar,
Bbsus2 Csus
And we`ll throw stones until we`re dead.
Dm11 A7
So call me a bitch in heat and I`ll call you motherfucker
Bbsus2 Csus
And we`ll throw stones until we`re dead.
