Why - Fatalist Palmistry chords

      
Stanard Tuning.
Im pretty sure there are the right chords for the song and the chords are pretty simple. 
is A without putting your 3rd finger down on the B string - A can be subistuted in this 
but i think it sounds better with Asus2)

Enjoy.

Bm Asus2i sleep on my back cause it's good for the spine
Gand coffin rehersal
Bm Asus2i know a psychic who reads her own palms
Gand her findings are personal
Bm Asus2she keeps her fists shut tight and she sleeps on her side,
Gwell maybe she knows something i don't know
D Gbut i am still alive in love and
Bm Gwide eyed in my time
Bm Asus2 Gnot a mummy shrinking in its cloths
D Gyour cat clawed out my eyes while i's
Asus2 Gdistracted by your smile
Bm Asus2 Gand now my sockets sit like empty catcher's mitts waiting
Bm Asus2 Gand you ask me if there's anybody else that i'm dating
DAh aah aaaaaah, ah aaah aaaah
GAh aah aaaaaah, ah aaah aaaah
BmAh aah aaaaaah, ah aaah aaaah
Asus2a little patience
Dbut your painted pony is fading
Glost like a snakeskin in high grass
Bm Asus2 Gand out there thrashing like a pet bird caught in a jet stream, that's me
Bmyou count them blessings cause your net worth
Asus2 Goughta be less cream in your best dreams
Bmbut god put a song on my palm
Asus2 Gthat you can't read
[no actual chords in the song, but they are...]
Bmi'm lucky to be under
Gthis same sky that held
Bmthe exhale from your first breath
Glike a ring on a pillow of clouds
Bmby you my tongue may stutter
Gbut my gift heart screams clear and swells
Bmto burst between the wrapped lengths
Gof its bowed ribbon cell
[Chords are essentially the same from here on..] but i am still alive in love and wide eyed in my time not a mummy shinking in its cloths there's a moth flock in my gut growing a tug at my groin like tides trying to pull moon towards them, i can't ignore them and when we say your name our tongues catch flame and you wonder why we ain't got nothing to say but your painted pony is fading lost like a snakeskin in high grass and out there thrashing like a pet bird caught in a jet stream, that's me you count them blessings cause your net worth oughta be less cream in your best dreams but god put a song on my palm that you can't read i'll be embalmed with it long before you'll see - Dejayou toby2395@hotmail.com
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