I have to give some credits here to Josephine Pennock, Emma Crowhurst... possibly Rebecca Cundy and Natalie - I can't remember exactly, but either way we wrote this in the McCauley centre in 6th form and I finished it off and gave it some music.. Lampshade Boulevard E                              C                    Washing machines turn tarty clothes Am                 G                         When hate mail comes in droves E                     C                     Gotta cut that top a bit lower Am            G            So you can show her F              E                  E7 Something that isn’t real E                     C                     Miles of her go on forever Am               G                      Voice so sharp it could sever E                  C                     In order to get some sleep Am        G              We have to keep F               E               E7 The thought it isn’t real Bm                    Shallow as a lake F#m                                      Drowned don’t want to wake Bm                                 Lampshade has no power F#m                       E         Boulevard is just fake She is not quite what she seems She’ll cut you up, destroy your dreams Her spiteful tongue will be her end She’ll lose another loving friend Then she’ll know it isn’t real A look to turn the devils eye She’s says she’ll call but she wont try The cheeky face you thought you knew Will turn around and screw you too To prove it isn’t real Shallow as a lake Drowned don’t want to wake Lampshade has no power Boulevard is just fake
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