Intro:
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D           G                        D                      
   I sup -     pose love lives in a     dustbin
       G                  D                              
Be -     hind the garden     wall
                    G                                 
You have to grovel     on the ground
                     D                                
and be pretty dis -     gusting
    G                                                 
to     find it at all


     D                     G                             
And     I suppose that it     grows on you 
D                         G                             
   Standing there with no     clothes on
     D                                                
and     I suppose 
                 G                           D           
because there's     beautiful girls in this     town 
                          G                           
I'll stay here till I've     chosen one. 


D                           G                            
   I suppose life's like a     hunt, really
     D                                                
the     hounds have fun 
           G                                          
until the     fox gets bagged  
     D                        G                          
And     not one girl in this     town 
                   D                                  
will ever fall in     love with me: 
G                                                    
     They'll get dragged. 


Inter:
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     D                                                
Her     heart 
G                          D                             
   speaks to me; says the      room the room the room 
      G                                               
Be -     neath her dress, and 


D                     G                                  
   I suppose that it     beats for me 
        D                          G                     
Like a     hammering moon pulling     tides through her chest 


       D                          G                      
Sup -     pose she says that she     owes me 
D                         G                              
   all that she owns and     all that she is 
    D                       G                            
It     seems to me I sup -     pose that 
     D                                                
her     heart's not enough 
         G                                            
and her     love is a swizz


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D - G - D    2x 

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D 


D            G                        D                     
   So sup -     pose love lives in a     mansion 
         G                         D                     
how the    hell do I get over the     wall

           G                                  D          
And if my     rope's not stretched the right     tension 
         D                              D                
I won't     cross this grand canyon at     all

                      G                              
And I suppose that it    grows like a tumor
D                                                    
   spreads like a rumor 
          G                                 D            
like the     grass grows and inch in every     day 

                         G                            
And I suppose that be -     fore I even know it
     D                                                
the     tide will start flowing 
         G                              B5                
and the     drum beneath my jacket will     say


D5                                 B5                      
    You know you need her every -     day 
D                                 B5                      
   You know you need her every -     day 
D5                                 B5                      
   You know you need her every -      day 
D                                 B5                      
   You know you need her every -     day 
D5                                 B5                      
   You know you need her every -      day 
D                                 B5      D - B5 - D //                
   You know you need her every -     day