Anne Louise

Standard tuning

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Am C



        Am                               C

This leathers called a seat belt Anne Louise

       Am                             C

Your head out of the window in the cooling summer breeze

            F                                       G

And in the air were all the things you claimed we need

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They seemed to be worth less than once I did believe



       Am                                  C

And I swear to God that I'll avenge your death

          Am                        C

With the best lawyers of auto-politics

           F                            G

And I'll spend whatever money's to be spent

             F                       G

To try and revive your broken body again



         Am                          C

And the penny-pitching funeral was shit

       Am                         C

Your body in a plastic frame that I threw flowers in

               F                               G

And I hope to God that you'll remember me in heaven

       F                                G

God I hope you don't remember that in heaven

       F                                G

God I hope that they'll allow me into heaven

                  Am         C

Look what I've become

                  Am         C

Look what I've become

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