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Touch Of Evil

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Introdução:  G   C/G  

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The night my baby left me I crossed the bridge to Juarez avenue
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Like that movie "Touch of evil" I got the Orson Wells, Marlene Dietrich blues
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Where Orson walks in to the whore house and
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Marlene says "Man, you look like hell"
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And Orson's chewing on a chocolate bar
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as the lights go on in the old Blue Star hotel
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"Read my future" says old Orson, "down inside the tea leaves of your cup"
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And she says "You ain't got no future, Hank,
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I believe your future's all used up"
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        Why don't you touch me anymore? Why don't you touch me anymore?
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        Why do you run away and hide? You know it hurts me deep inside
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        Why do you close the bedroom door? This is a brutal little war
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        What good is all this fightin' for if you don't touch me anymore?
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(Chords like 1st verse, until notice)
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They shot "A touch of evil" in a Venice, California colony
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And I grew near those dead canals
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where they filmed the longest pan shot ever made
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Now I'm thinking about the movie, the bar I'm in, the bridge, the Rio Grande
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Now I'm thinking about my baby and the borderline 'tween a woman and a man
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I was drunk as Orson Wells the night I crawled backwards out the door
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I was screaming "Baby, baby how come you touch me anymore?"
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(Chords like 2nd verse)
                 G                                                 C                                                                       G   C/G 
Oh, someone rolled the credits on twenty years of love turned dark and raw
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Not a technicolor love film, it's a brutal document, it's film noir
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And it's all played out on a borderline and the actors are tragically miscast
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Like a Mexican burlesk show where the characters are wearing comic masks
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Oh, it's love and love alone I cry to the barmen in this Juarez waterhole
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As we raise a glass to Orson and "A touch of evil" livin' our souls