Favourite Hour
Elvis Costello
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Intro :D
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GCog coBm7nsults the watch hEm7e cups in his hand
Em7BejewelledA movement measureDs lost and vanishAed time
APray for theA#(dim) boy who makes hiDs bed in cold earth and quicklime
DSo sDmaj7tay the Bm7hands, arrest theEm7 time
Em7Till I amA#(dim) captured by youDr touch
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FThe flags mayAm7 lower as we Dm7approach the favouriGte hour
DNow there's aF#m tragic waste oBm7f brutal youtD7h
GStrip andBm7 polish this Em7unvarnished truth
Em7The trickyA door that gapes Dbeneath the raggAed noose
AThe crippledA#(dim) verdict begsD again for the lamest excuse...
DSo sDmaj7tay the Bm7hands, arrest the Em7time
Em7Till I am A#(dim)captured by yoDur touch
Bm7Blessings I don'tGm/A# count, smalA#ml mercies aFnd such
FThe flags mayAm7 lower as we Dm7approach the favouriGte hour
DPut out myF#m eyes so I maBm7y never spD7y
GWavingBm7 branches as they'rEm7e waving goodbye
Em7Their vile peArfume brings to mDy mouth a bittAer taste
AThe murmuringA#(dim) brooks had best speaDk up, it's a terrible waste...
DSo sDmaj7tay the Bm7hands, arrest theEm7 time
Em7Till I am caA#(dim)ptured by yoDur touch
Bm7Blessings I don'tGm/A# count, smalA#ml mercies aFnd such
FThe flags mayAm7 lower as we Dm7approach the favouriGte hour