Am        C    D   Em            Am      C    D   Em

G  Am				    C
  The lanes were silent, there was nothing no-one
 D		    Em      G
Nothing around for miles
  Am				   C           D
I danced a friendly venture with a hard-faced, 3-word gesture
Bm
I started something, and forced you to a zone
	       C      D             Em
And you were clearly never meant to go
Bm
Hair brushed & parted, typical me, typical me, typical me
          C		  D		 Em
I started something, and now I'm not too sure

I grabbed you by the gilded beams... grrrrr...
That's what tradition means
And I danced another venture with a gesture
That was absolutely violent

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I grabbed you by the gilded beams... grrrrr...
That's what tradition means
And now 18 months hard labour
seems..... fair enough......

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