Shrike

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[Verse 1]
C                                Dm
I couldn't utter my love when it counted
                           F              C
Ah, but I'm singing like a bird, 'bout it now
                                          Dm
And I couldn't whisper when you needed it shouted
                           F              C
Ah, but I'm singing like a bird, 'bout it now

[Chorus 1]
Am          G
Words hung above
    C           F
But never would form
Am                G     C              Am
Like a cry at the final breath that is drawn
Am          G          C   Fmaj7
Remember me love, when I'm reborn
Am                    G                   C
As the shrike to your sharp and glorious thorn

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[Verse 2]
C                                Dm
Had no idea on what ground I was founded
                        F              C
All of that goodness is going with you now
C                                Dm
Then when I met you my virtues uncounted
                      F              C
All of my goodness is going with you now

[Chorus 2]
Am       G       C              F
Dragging along, follow in your form
Am            G            C            Am
Hung like the pelt of some prey you had worn
Am          G          C     Fmaj7
Remember me love, when I'm reborn
       Am             G                  C
As the shrike to your sharp and glorious thorn

[Instrumental Interlude]

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[Verse 3]
  C                                Dm
I fled to the city with so much discounted
                          F           C
Ah, but I'm flying like a bird to you now
C                                     Dm
Back to the hedgerows where bodies are mounted
                          F           C
Ah, but I'm flying like a bird to you now

[Chorus 3]
      Am              G
I was housed by your warmth
C    F
Thus transformed
        Am           G          C         Am
By your grounded and giving and darkening scorn
Am          G          C     Fmaj7
Remember me love, when I'm reborn
       Am             G                  C
As the shrike to your sharp and glorious thorn