Chords
Masquerade

Key: D

Introduction:  D   A  

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I never thought I'd be the one to leave you so well a-lone
                                                       D                                                             A 
But bit by bit I find that I'm bound to be still bound for home
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The mad arrangement of my days
       A                       G 
My descent into beige
       A                         G           A 
My final masquer-ade is slipping away
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Was I the one who took the shirt off your back
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The shine off your shoes
                                                               D 
Well never think you'd have to thank me for that
                                     A 
You've nothing to lose
                                                           G 
And even though I rigged the game
                             A                             G 
There must be someone else to blame
                 A                                   G 
Who can hang their head in shame
 A 
Don't look at me
 Em                                                         Em7                   A 
      So that we could have a flutter on the better life
 Em                                                          Em7                   A 
      You went and borrowed money from a poltergeist
                                                       D                                                   A 
I never thought I'd be the one to leave you so well a-lone
                                                       D                                                             A 
But bit by bit I find that I'm bound to be still bound for home
                                                     G 
The mad arrangement of my days
       A                       G 
My descent into beige
       A                         G           A 
My final masquer-ade is slipping away