Cifras
Pierrot Lunaire

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The string to his head, the boss makes it nod
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The string to his mouth, his mum pulls for food
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The string to his soul, it leads up to god
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But who controls the string to his cock?
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In the bleak midwinter at the bottom of the stair
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I'll set myself on fire pour petrol in my hair
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If he would ever notice if he would even care
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I'm just so bored...
VERSE
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Football on Sunday drinks after work
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Tuesday a DJ Friday a jerk
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And what really matters and who really cares
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My lover's a puppet Pierrot Lunaire
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In the bleak midwinter at the bottom of the stair
                                                  Bm                                                      F#m  
I'll set myself on fire pour petrol in my hair
                                             Bm                                                         F#m  
If he would ever notice if he could even care
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I'm so bored with Pierrot Lunaire
VERSE
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Others have boyfriends, boyfriends who care
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All flesh and blood, not string and air
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They lay them on beds, they whisper je t'aime
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They take off their clothes and make love to them
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One day I'll cut my arms off and send them to him
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I'll sever my legs, suspend them from strings
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I'll be Pulcinella, we'll hang out so close
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My wooden cheek to his wooden nose
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In the bleak midwinter at the bottom of the stair
                                                  Bm                                                      F#m  
I'll set myself on fire pour petrol in my hair
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As if he'd even notice as if he'd ever care
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I'm so in love with Pierrot Lunaire.
VERSE
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Lysergic Lysander nodding his head
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A glittering panda that needs to be fed
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A Cantonese opera performed at the zoo
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These foolish things remind me of you
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And the puppet girls kiss you, but they're on the move
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They must know I miss you, please come back soon
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In the depths of midwinter, at the bottom of the stair
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I'm on fire, Pierrot Lunaire.
BRIDGE
Bm  F#m  B  F#m  Bm  F#m  Bm  F#m  
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Oh, claire de la luna I know you'll never care
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I'll set myself on fire pour petrol in my hair
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If you would ever notice if you could even care
                  Bm    C#7                                 F#m  
I'm in love with Pierrot Lunaire