| G em c am7 g Stuff comes down from the golden triangle on ferries from denmark to helsingborg
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| G em c am7 g The band strikes up but they’re out of time on synthesiser and washboard
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| Em d c d Wooden tulips grow by the roadside made in a factory in jonjoping
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| Em d c d Fake glass baubles hang in the station just like the passenger’s imitation
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| Am em c em Then it hits you she was just the dregs all you wanna do now is break her legs
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| Am em d Kick that brunette into a pond replace her with a
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| D c g c g c g c Platinum blonde, platinum blonde, platinum blonde, platinum blonde
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| There’s a secret world that you cannot enter it’s in the center of the darkest
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| night
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| She’s waiting there with a set of works a swedish passport and something white
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| She walks past but you can’t form a whistle even her lips look artificial
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| You wanna follow her but you can’t swallow her act it seems so superficial
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| Now you’ve shed the old one like a worn out shoe
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| It was all your fault but you blame her too
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| You know its phoney but at least it’s new and it comes from a bottle like
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| Chorus repeat last part of intro repeat with solo
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| And in your heart there’s a new addiction another friction that you can’t
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| resolve
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| She seemed alive but she is just a cipher an imaginary postcard that just
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| dissolved
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| Endless sunsets glow in the distance painted by picasso’s assistants
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| Perfect people travel in volvos into the sunsets into the distance
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| You’re just a passenger she’s not a ticket a foreign stamp you’ve got to lick it Put it in the mail box put it in the failbox
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| You never seem to learn from the school of hard knocks
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| Then she walks past and laughs at the pond
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| You can’t break a heart that doesn’t respond, like
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| Chorus repeat intro picking /pre> |