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Florence And The Machine
It has a A language of its E own
It C#m talks in tongues and E quiet sighs
And A prayers and E proclamations
In the C#m grand deeds of E great men
In the A smallest of E gestures
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I can’t seem to command F it
And the words are all G escaping
And coming back all Dm damaged
And I would put them back in Em poetry
If I only knew F how
I can’t seem to G understand it
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And I would give C all this and Am heaven too
I would F give it all if only for a Dm moment
That I G could just C
understand the meaning of the Am word you see
‘Cause I’ve been F scrawling it forever
But it Dm never makes G sense to me at E all
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And it C#m talks to me, it E tip-toes
And it A sings to me E inside
It cries C#m out in the darkest E night
And A breaks in the morning Dm light
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I can’t seem to command F it
And the words are all G escaping
And coming back all Dm damaged
And I would put them back in Em poetry
If I only knew F how
I can’t seem to G understand it
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And I would give C all this and Am heaven too
I would F give it all if only for a Dm moment
That I G could just C understand
the meaning of the Am word you see
‘Cause I’ve been F scrawling it forever C
But it Dm never makes G sense to me at Cmaj7 all
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Oh-oh, C Oh-oh-oh-oh Dm G Oh-oh-oh-oh
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And I would give C all this and Am heaven too
I would F give it all if only for a Dm moment
That I G could just C understand
the meaning of the Am word you see
‘Cause I’ve been F scrawling it forever
But it Dm never makes G sense to me at C all
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Poor Dm language, it G doesn’t deserve such C treatment
And all my Am stumbling phrases never F amounted
To anything Dm worth G this C feeling
All this and Am Heaven
So I was F screaming out a language that I
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