"from the choirgirl hotel"
Northern Lad

A 
Had a Northern lad
Bm 
Well not exactly had
D 
He moved like the sunset
E 
God who painted that-
A 
First he loved my accent
Bm 
How his knees could bend
D 
I thought we'd be ok
E 
Me and my molasses
      F#m  E 
But I feel something is wrong
      F#m  E 
But I feel this cake just isn't done
D 
Don't say that you don't
       F#m       D 
And if you could see me now
        F#m       D 
Said if you could see me now
                    F#m 
Girls you've got to know
          D 
When it's time to turn the page
                 A 
When you're only wet
               E 
Because of the rain
   C#m   D 
Bec   -   ause
        A      E 
Because of the rain
   C#m   D 
Bec   -   ause
A 
He don't show much these days
Bm 
It gets so fucking cold
D 
I loved his secret places
E 
But I can't go anymore
A 
"You change like sugar cane"
Bm 
Says my northern lad
D 
I guess you go too far
E 
When pianos try to be guitars
  F#m      E 
I feel the west in you
      F#m     E 
And I feel it falling apart too
D 
Don't say that you don't
       F#m       D 
And if you could see me now
        F#m       D 
Said if you could see me now
                    F#m 
Girls you've got to know
          D 
When it's time to turn the page
                 A 
When you're only wet
               E 
Because of the rain
   C#m   D 
Bec   -   ause
        A      E 
Because of the rain
   C#m   D

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