Squeeze

Squeeze

Labelled With Love
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Labelled With Love , Squeeze 
        

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She unscrews the top off her new whisky bottle  
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She hobbles about in her candlelit hovel                    
  A  
Like some kind of witch, with blue fingers in mittens  
  A                                                  D  
She smells like a cat, and the nieghbours she sickens                         
  D  
Her black and white TV has long seen a picture  
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The cross on the wall is a permanent fixture  
  A  
The postman delivers, the final reminders  
  A                                 G       F#m   Em  
She sells off her silver, and poodles in china                
  

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D E7 Drinks to remember I, me and myself A D Winds up the clock, and knocks dust from the shelf E7 Home is a love that I miss very much A G F#m Em D So the past has been bottled, and labeled with love D During the wartime an American pilot D A Made every air-raid a time of excitement A She moved to his prairie and married the texan A D She'd learn from a distance how love was a lesson D He became drinker and she became mother D7 Em She knew that one day she'd be one or the other A He ate himself old and drank himself dizzy A G F#m Em Proud of her features, she kept herself pretty
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D E7 Drinks to remember I, me and myself A D Winds up the clock, and knocks dust from the shelf E7 Home is a love that I miss very much A G F#m Em D So the past has been bottled, and labelled with love D He like a cowboy died drunk in a slumber D A Out on the porch in the middle of summer A She crossed the ocean back home to her family A D But they had retired to roads that are sandy D She moved home alone without friends or relations D7 Em Lived in a world full of age reservations A Her moth eaten armchair, she'd say that she's sod all A G F#m Em Friends who have left her, to drink from the bottle
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D E7 Drinks to remember I, me and myself A D Winds up the clock, and knocks dust from the shelf E7 Home is a love that I miss very much A G F#m Em D So the past has been bottled, and labelled with love A G F#m Em D So the past has been bottled, and labelled with love A G F#m Em D The past --- has been bottled, -- and la--be --lled with --- love

Enviado por: Pete Sayers

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