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White Innocence

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 Dm                                                         Gm 
She drifted from some minor festival, ha
 F                                                                     Cm7 
  Didn't look like any Summer of love
 Eb                           F                             Gm 
Just a thousand weekend worriors     in a muddy field
 Dm                                               C 
It was the hand to fit my glove
 Bb                           C                               D4 
Funny thing the innocence of the lonely
 Bb                           C                       D4 
Funny thing the charm of the young
 Dm                                                         Gm 
She how she moves just like two angels, white innocence
 F                                                 Cm7 
Yea one of them is on the run
 Eb                       F                                 Gm 
The other's tapping at my car window
 Dm                                                                 C 
Mum, and I'm squinting through the sun
 Bb                             C                                             D4 
Trying to see if she's some child of the nineties
 Bb               C                                                   D4             Gm 
Or just another dangerous fantasy of mine, yea
White innocence, white innocence

 Dm                                                   Gm 
A perfect whole was in her stocking
 F                                                             Cm7 
It made a perfect window to the heart
 Eb                       F                                 Gm 
It could have moved among the waterfalls
 Dm                                               C 
A mist of curtains drawn apart
 Dm                                                               Gm 
Did you say you want saftey in my numbers

 Eb                           F                                 Gm 
Felt like I was taking her market now
 Dm                                                                 C 
To be sold as the last luck of the day
 Bb                           C                             D4 
Funny thing the distance of the lonely
 Bb                           C                       D4                                     Gm 
Funny thing the charm of the young, white innocence
White innocence, white innocence
                                                                     C       Dm 
White innocence, white innocence
                     Gm                                           C 
White innocence, white innocence
                     F         Eb             Bb                       Gm 
White innocence,     white,       white innocence
 Dm                                                                         C 
She pressed the button, lowered the window
 F                                                 C                                 Gm 
Let her hand trailing the slipstream of the night
 F                                                           C 
A frost from nowhere seemed to lick her fingers
 Bb                                                               C                   Dm 
I could of warmed them but the moment wasn't right

 Dm                                                               C 
Obvious she was headed nowhere special, yea
 F                                               C   Gm 
Well it was even obvious to me
 F                                                                 C 
I was doing some, some watching, some waiting
 Bb                                                   C           Dm 
She'd been here before most definitely
                                                         Gm 
It was the promise of early bedtime hum
 F                                                             Cm7 
It was the promise of heaven on earth
 Eb                   F                                             Gm 
Think I was sending out local to GE electricity
 Dm                                                                     C 
Played it right down for what it was worth
 Dm                                                     Gm 
She turn and looked at me in white innocence
 F                                                                         Cm7 
And with the clearest eyes of forever gray
 Eb                                     F                   Gm 
She rested one small hand for a second on my knee
 Dm                                                     C 
stopped the car, she walked away mum
 Bb                           C                         D4 
Funny thing the wisdom of the lonely
 Bb                           C                       D4 
Funny thing the charm of the young
                                 Gm 
Away you go now
White innocence, white innocence
                                                                     C       Dm 
White innocence, white innocence
                     Gm                                           C 
White innocence, white innocence
                     F         Eb             Bb                       Gm 
White innocence,     white,       white innocence
White innocence