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Tom: A

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     
Bec   -   ause