Тональность

Courts - Dear Ramona

[Verse]
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An air of self-delusion that no
       A
two arms could ever contain
D                            
This lady is a hypnosis poet 
          A
and when she speaks her words weep like rain
D                            
She tiptoes through the side 
                       A
streets in the morning and wears dark sunshades at night
D                             
However she might be spending 
                  A
her time I don't know you'd have to ask her neighbors

C         A         C        A
But she ain't ever gonna open up (no)
C         A          Fm
She ain't ever gonna open up (no)
D#
Not to no one
D#              G
My dear ramona

D                            
Born in some unnatural state 
    A
that no one father would claim
D                       
This daughter saving up commissions from acting 
 A
but no one's ever seen her play
D                              
She fixes breakfast for two in 
              A
the morning and drinks dark coffee at night
D                             
Whoever she might be going to 
        A
bed with, you can read about that in her Moleskine

C     A        C          A
But she ain't ever gonna open up (no)
C         A                  
She ain't ever gonna open up 
     Fm
(no)
D#
Not to no one
G              D
My dear ramona