New Slang - The Shins | Guitar Chords

[Intro]
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Am | Am | C  | F | C | G | C 
Am | G  | Am | C | F | C | G | C 
Am | G  | Am | C | F | C | G | C 
Am | G  | Am | C | F | C | G | C 
Am | G  | C  

[Verse 1]
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Am               C                  F     C
Gold teeth and a curse for this town were all in my mouth.
G      C               F         Am   G
 Only, i don't know how they got out, dear.
Am             C         F       C               G
Turn me back into the pet that I was when we met.
      C           F        Am  G
I was happier then with no mindset.

[Chorus (1)]
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G                      C       F     C
 And if you'd took to me like a gull takes to the wind.
G                             C            F     C               F              C     
 Well, I'd have jumped from my tree and I'd have danced like the king of the eyesores,
     F              C                 G          G
 and the rest of our lives would have fared well.

[Verse 2]
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Am                 C                  F    C
New slang when you notice the stripes, the dirt in your fries.
G          C              F            Am G
 Hope it's right when you die, old and bony.
Am                 C                     F  C                      G       C         
Dawn breaks like a bull through the hall, never should have called, but my head's to 
    F            Am G
the wall and i'm lonely.

[Chorus (2)]
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G                      C       F     C
 And if you'd took to me like a gull takes to the wind.
G                             C            F     C               F              C     
 Well, I'd have jumped from my tree and I'd have danced like the king of the eyesores,
         F                C             G
 and the rest of our lives would have fared well.

[Solo 1]
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F | C | F | C | G | C | G | C | F 
C | F | C | G | C | G | C 

[Verse 3]
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Am  Am            C              F         C             G                 C          
God speed all the bakers at dawn, may they all cut their thumbs, and bleed into their 
    F           Am        G
buns 'till they melt away.

[Chorus (3)]
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G                     C                   F       C
 I'm looking inon the good life I might be doomed never to find.
G                          C            F    C
 Without a trust or flaming fields, am I too dumb to refine?
G                       C
 And if you'd took to me like.
    F         C               F               C             F                C      
Well I'd have danced like the queen of the eyesores and the rest of our lives would 
       G
have fared well.

[Solo 2]
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G | F | C  | F | C | G | C  | G | C 
F | C | F  | C | G | C | Am 
G | C | Am 

[Outro]
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C | F | C | G | C | Am | G | Am 
C | F | C | G | C | Am | G | C