pristine verses

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[Verse 1]
[Am][D][G][F][C][Am][D][G][F][E]
She wrote
[F]pristine [G]verses on the [C]ceiling of my [F]soul
Till the [Am]British [D]Museum said
[G]sl- o- o- ow [C]down
She sang [F]Angelique song[G]s till the
[C]devil took tong[F]s
, and pulled the [G]fire out
It's hard to [Em]bare, [Am]someone so [Dm]stunning.
[C]Mak[F]es you tir[Em]ed
You [Am]realize your [F]whole life's mis
[C]fired[F][C][F][C]
Then the [F]seamstress [G]touched me
and my [C]stitches fell [F]away
And the [Am]choir was singing
[D]Tho I cou[G]ld not hea[F]r a wor[C]d they said
Your [F]falling up to [G]heaven,
but you're the [C]wrong way [F]down

[Interlude 1]
[G][F][Am][D][G][F][C][Am]
[D][G][F][C]
Pande[F]monium in the [G]palace, despera

[Verse 2]
[C]
tion on the [F]throne
To tell the [Am]first, that first is [D]last you see
She's [G]finally [F]gone [C]home
[F]She wrote 16[G]verses that my
[C]memory slipped [F]upon
Tho my [Am]clutching fin[D]gers held some [G]pieces
[F]and [C]the song[Am]
[D][G][F][C][G][Am][D]

[Verse 3]
[G][F]
[C]Its hard to [Em]bare, [Am]someone so [Dm]stunn[C]ing.
[F]Makes you [Em]tired
You real[Am]ize your w[F]hole life's
mis[C]fired[F][C][F][C]
Pande[F]monium in the [G]palace,
desper[C]ation on the [F]throne
To tell the [Am]first, that first is [D]last you see
She's [G]finally [F]gone [C]home
[F]She wrote 16[G]verses that my
memory [C]slipped [F]upon
Tho my [Am]clutching [D]fingers held some
[G]pieces [F]an d the [E]song
[A]