The Fruits - Paris Paloma | Guitar Chords | VChords

[Verse 1]
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D7                     Gm    D#
  My love, are you the devil?
           Cm                     D7
I would worship you instead of him
                      Gm     D#
I have no time for confession
            Cm                  D7
For I'm too busy committing sins
                          Gm     D#
My love, you're something special
           Cm                  D7
I've never met someone like you
                        Gm    D#
You'd make me fall from heaven
      Cm               D7
But I know just what I do

[Chorus (1)]
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Gm
"Angel," he calls me
Does he know that I'm falling
From a precipice that I tripped off long ago?
"You're so pure," he says
Does he know, I'm forsaken?
The original sinner
But soon you'll know
For if I'm going down
I guess I'll take you with me
Naked in that garden
Back at the beginning
And now in your arms
You're faithless, for you pitched me
Against your holy father
And it seems that I am winning

[Post-Chorus (1)]
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Gm                                 B7add11/E
I don't feel your hands grabbing my         throat
As you say
                     Gm    D#
My love, are you the devil?

[Verse 2]
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           Cm                     D7
I would worship you instead of him
                      Gm     D#
I have no time for confession
            Cm                  D7
For I'm too busy committing sins
                         Gm       D#
My love, you're something  special
           Cm                  D7
I've never met someone like you
                        Gm    D#
You'd make me fall from heaven
      Cm        D7     Gm
But I know just what I do

[Chorus (2)]
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Gm
"Devil," you call me
But seems to be enjoying
The fruits of my labour that came to me too young
When he stole my virtue
I'm glad it seems to serve you
That I was born a daughter and not a son
For if I'm going down
I guess I'll take you with me
Screaming birds sound an awful lot like singing
And I will tell you now
That I'm not even singing
There's no escape for some
                 Gm
Least of all for me

[Post-Chorus (2)]
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                           B7add11/E
I feel your lips kissing my         feet
But even so

[Interlude]
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Gm | A# | D# | D7 
Gm | A# 
D# | D7 

[Outro]
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Gm                               A#
  You want me on my knees to pray
                                D#
Or play some other pleasing role
And never wonder
            D7
Where I must  have learnt it all
Gm
  You want me to transgress
         A#
While I'm in my Sunday best
       D#
And all the while have no respect
      D7
As you  eat it up whole
Gm
  My body and my blood
              A#
You've claimed it now, so come drink up
           D#
And there's no need to be concerned
     D7                                Gm
About  what's left when you are done because
                               A#
You want me on my knees to pray
                                D#
Or play some other pleasing role
And never wonder
            D7
Where I must  have learnt it all