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Date: Thu, 30 Apr 1998 17:42:21 -0400
From: Adam Klein <Adam_Klein@compuserve.com>
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
URL: http://ourworld.compuserve.com/homepages/Adam_Klein
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So call me a bitch in heat and I'll call you a liar,
And we'll throw stones until we're dead.
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
Away from here, I want to be away from here,
Away from every little thing.
Every little thing.
I used to love your every little thing.
So call me a bitch in heat and I'll call you a liar,
And we'll throw stones until we're dead.
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.
Away from here, I want to be away from here,
Away from every little thing.
Every little thing.
I used to love your every little thing.
Your arms beneath me, your light inside me
I used to love your every little, every little thing.
Your eyes blue stars, your hand in my purse,
Now I hate your every little thing.
Oh mama I didn't know life was this hard.
Oh mama my innocence has been tarred
Bbsus2 F5/C
My inner vision dulled and darkened
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
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.
Dm11 A7
So call me a bitch in heat and I'll call you a liar,
And we'll throw stones until we're dead.
Dm11 A7
So call me a bitch in heat and I'll call you motherfucker
And we'll throw stones until we're dead.
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