Phantom Limb - The Shins | Guitar Chords

[Intro]
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A

[Verse 1]
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A
Foals in winter coats,
D                   Bm
 White girls of the north,
G                 D
Filepast one, five and one.
They are the fabled lambs,
   E
Of Sunday ham,
      Bm
The EHS norm.

[Verse 2]
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               A
And they could float above the grass,
D                  A
 In circles if they tried.
G                  D
Latent power I know they hide,
To keep some hope alive,
       E                 Bm
That a girl like I could ever try.
           A
Could ever try.

[Chorus (1)]
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   F#m     D
So we just skirt the hallway sides,
E                F#m
 A phantom and a fly,
F#         D
Follow the lines and wonder why,
E
 There's no connection.

[Verse 3]
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    A
And week of rolling eyes,
D                         Bm
 And cheap shots from the trite,
          G                      D
And we're off to Nemarca’s porch again.
                           E
Another afternoon with the goathead tunes,
    Bm
And pilfered booze.

[Verse 4]
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            A
We wandered through her mama's house,
D                     A
 And milk from the window lights.
       G                  D
Family portrait circa ninetyfive.
This is that foreign land,
         E
With the sprayedon tans,
    Bm
And it feels fine.
              A
Be it silk or slime.

[Chorus (2)]
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F#m          D
So when they tap our Monday heads,
E                 F#m
 To zombie walk in   our stead,
F#              D
This town seems hardly worth our time.
E    F#m         D               E
 And we'll no longer memorize or rhyme,
                F#m
Too far along in   our climb.
         F#            D
Stepping over what now towers to the sky,
E
 With no connection.

[Interlude]
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A   D
Ooh.
E A   D E
  Ooh.
A   D
Ooh.
E A   D E
  Ooh.

[Chorus (3)]
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F#m          D
So when they tap our Sunday heads,
E                 F#m
 To zombie walk in   our stead,
F#              D
This town seems hardly worth our time.
E    F#m         D               E
 And we'll no longer memorize or rhyme,
                F#m
Too far along in   our climb.
         F#            D
Stepping over what now towers to the sky,
E
 With no connection.

[Outro]
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A   D
Ooh.
E A   D E
  Ooh.
A   D
Ooh.
E A   D E
  Ooh.
A   D
Ooh.
E A   D E
  Ooh.
A   D
Ooh.
E A   D E
  Ooh.
A   D
Ooh.
E A   D E
  Ooh.