Ebba Forsberg – Take This Waltz chords

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[Intro]
F Dm F Dm


[Verse 1]
F DmNow in Vienna there's ten pretty women
F DmThere's a shoulder where death comes to cry
Bb CThere's a lobby with nine hundred windows
Bb F CThere's a tree where the doves go to die
Dm DmThere's a piece that was torn from the morning
Bb Bb And it hangs in the Gallery of Frost
Bb FAy, ay, ay, ay
A DmTake this waltz, take this waltz
Bb BbmTake this waltz with the clamp on its jaws
F Dm F Dm [Verse 2]
F DmOh, I want you, I want you, I want you
F DmOn a chair with a dead magazine
Bb CIn the cave at the tip of the lily
Bb F CIn some hallways where love's ne-ver been
Dm DmOn a bed where the moon has been sweating
Bb Bb In a cry filled with footsteps and sand
Bb FAy, ay, ay, ay
A DmTake this waltz, take this waltz
Bb BbmTake its broken waist in your hand
[Chorus]
Dm DmThis waltz, this waltz, this waltz, this waltz
Bb FWith its very own breath of brandy and death
A Bb BbmDragging its tail in the sea
F Dm F Dm [Verse 3]
F DmThere's a concert hall in Vienna
F DmWhere your mouth had a thousand reviews
Bb CThere's a bar where the boys have stopped talking
Bb F CThey've been sentenced to death by the blues
Dm DmAh, but who is it climbs to your picture
Bb Bb With a garland of freshly cut tears?
Bb FAy, ay, ay, ay
A DmTake this waltz, take this waltz
Bb BbmTake this waltz, it's been dying for years
F Dm F Dm [Verse 4]
F DmThere's an attic where children are playing
F DmWhere I've got to lie down with you soon
Bb CIn a dream of Hungarian lanterns
Bb F CIn the mist of some sweet af-ter-noon
Dm DmAnd I'll see what you've chained to your sorrow
Bb Bb All your sheep and your lilies of snow
Bb FAy, ay, ay, ay
A DmTake this waltz, take this waltz
Bb BbmWith its "I'll never forget you, you know!"
Dm [Chorus]
Dm DmThis waltz, this waltz, this waltz, this waltz
Bb FWith its very own breath of brandy and death
A Bb BbmDragging its tail in the sea
F Dm F Dm [Verse 5]
F Dm *CAnd I'll dance with you in Vienna
F DmI'll be wearing a river's disguise
Bb CThe hyacinth wild on my shoulder
Bb FMy mouth on the dew of your thighs
F DmAnd I'll bury my soul in a scrapbook
F DmWith the photographs there and the moss
Bb CAnd I'll yield to the flood of your beauty
Bb F CMy cheap violin and my cross
Dm DmAnd you'll carry me down on your dancing
Bb Bb To the pools that you lift on your wrist
Bb FOh, my love, oh, my love
A DmTake this waltz, take this waltz
Bb BbmIt's yours now, it's all that there is
F Dm F Dm
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