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Mars Volta - Televators Acoustic chords

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Bm*     : 224432 
Gmaj    : 355433
Em*     : 022000 
G       : 320033
Bm7     : x24232
B 7#5   : xx0433     
A       : x02220

Intro (Or finger pick Bm and Gmaj)
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Verse 1

Just as he...

Bm                                 Gmaj
Hit the ground, they lowered a tow that stuck in his neck to the
 
Bm                  Gmaj
gills. Fragments of sobriquets. Riddle me 

Bm                     Gmaj
this, three half eaten corneas, who hit the aureole. Stalk the 

Bm                Gmaj
ground. Stalk the ground. 

Chorus

You should have

Em                              G
seen, the curse that flew right by you. Page of con-

Em                                  G
-crete, stained walks crutch in hobbled sway. Auto-da

Em               G
-fé, a capillary hint of red.

Em*       Em*     Bm7         B 7#5        
Only this manupod crescent in shape has es-

Bm               Gmaj
-caped             

Bm               Gmaj
                       
Verse2               

The house half a-

Bm                    Gmaj
-way, fell empty with teeth that, split both his lips mark these

Bm                        Gmaj
words, one day this chalk outline will circle this city. Was he

Bm
robbed of the asphalt, that cushioned his face, a

Gmaj 
room coloured charlatan, hid in a safe. Stalk the

Bm                Gmaj
ground. Stalk the ground. 

Chorus

You should have

Em                              G
seen, the curse that flew right by you. Page of con-

Em                                  G
-crete, stained walks crutch in hobbled sway. Auto-da

Em               G
-fé, a capillary hint of red.

Em*       Em*     Bm7         B 7#5        
Only this manupod crescent in shape has es-

Bridge                                                                           }2
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|--------------------------------------7-7---7-----7-10-7-7---7---5-5---5---|    }e
|-7-7---7-----7-10-5-5---5-----5---5----------------------------------------|    }r
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Bm               Gmaj                                                            }      
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Bm               Gmaj                                                            }m
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Bridge                                                                           }D
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Pull the                                                                         }R
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Bm              A                  Em            Bm                              }G
pins. Save your grace.  Mark these words. On his grave (x4)                      }h
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Chorus/Outro

You should have

Em                              G
seen, the curse that flew right by you. Page of con-

Em                                  G
-crete, stained walks crutch in hobbled sway. Auto-da

Em               G
-fé, a capillary hint of red.

Em*      Em*            Bm7          
Everyone knows the last toes are -
 
B 7#5                 Bm
always the coldest to go.
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