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CAPO 1
INTRO: D, A, Bm, A
G A D G
The man in 119 takes his tea alone.
D G D G
Mornings we all rise to wireless Verdi cries.
D G A
I'm hearing opera through the door.
(same as 1st verse)
The souls of men and women, impassioned all.
Their voices climb and fall;
battle trumpets call.
I fill the bath and climb inside,
D G/B A
singing la, la la la la la la
D G/B A
A A A A A A
G/B (the rest is same)
He will not touch their pastry
but every day they bring hiM more.
Gold from the breakfast tray, I steal
them all away and then go
and eat them on the shore.
D G/B A
A A A A A A
A A A A A A
F G A
A A A A A A
I draw a jackel-headed woman in the sand,
sing of a loveRS fate
sealed by jealous hate
then wash my hand in the sea.
With jusT three days more
I'd have just about learned the entire
scire to Aida.
Holidays must end as you know.
All is memory taken home with me:
the opera, the stolen tea, the sand
drawing, the verging sea, all
years ago.
D G/B A
A A A A A A
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