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E-Bow The Letter
Composição de (Bill Berry/Peter Buck/Mike Mills/Michael Stipe)
Intro 
G     Em    G    Em     G    Em 

            C    
Look up, what do you see? 
 G      
All of you and all of me 
Em       
Fluorescent and starry 
Bm 
Some of them, they surprise 
C                                         G  
The bus ride, I went to write this, 4:00 a.m. 
Em   
This letter 
                                              C     
Fields of poppies, little pearls 
 G                                          Em 
All the boys and all the girls sweet-toothed 
                                 Bm                      C     G 
Each and every one a little scary 
                                   Em  
I said your name 
                                                        C 
I wore it like a badge of teenage film stars 
                G                                     Em 
Hash bars, cherry mash and tinfoil tiaras 
Bm                                            C 
Dreaming of Maria Callas 
                G              Em 
Whoever she is 
                                           C 
This fame thing, I don’t get it 
                                    G 
I wrap my hand in plastic to try to look through it 
Em                                      Bm 
Maybelline eyes and girl-as-boy moves 
C                              G 
I can take you far 
          Em                                    
This star thing, I don’t get it 


[Refrão]
D Em D Em I’ll take you over, there D Aluminum, tastes like fear Em Adrenaline, it pulls us near D Em It tastes like fear (verses repeat chords) C G Em Bm C G Em C G Em Bm C G Em Will you live to 83? Will you ever welcome me? Will you show me something that nobody else has seen? Smoke it, drink Here comes the flood Anything to thin the blood These corrosives do their magic slowly and sweet Phone, eat it, drink Just another chink Cuts and dents, they catch the light Aluminum, the weakest link I don’t want to disappoint you I’m not here to anoint you I would lick your feet But is that the sickest move? I wear my own crown and sadness and sorrow And who’d have thought tomorrow could be so strange? My loss, and here we go again (Chorus) Look up, what do you see? All of you and all of me Fluorescent and starry Some of them, they surprise I can’t look it in the eyes Seconal, Spanish fly, absinthe, kerosene Cherry-flavored neck and collar I can smell the sorrow on your breath The sweat, the victory and sorrow The smell of fear, I got it (Chorus) Pulls us near Tastes like fear. Nearer, nearer Over, over, over, over Yeah, look over I’ll take you there, oh, yeah I’ll take you there Oh, over I’ll take you there Over, let me I’ll take you there.. There, there, baby, yeah

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