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Вступление: G

G           F
Out in the garden 
         F         Dm
There's half of a heaven 
     G           F
And we're only bluffing 
       Am           Em              G
We're not ones for busting through walls 
             F
But they've told us 
   F            Dm
Unless we can prove 
            G
That we're doing it 
    Am           F  Em Am
We can't have it all 

He's gonna wangle 
A way to get out of it 
She's an excuse 
And a witness who'll talk when he's called 
But they've told us 
Unless we can prove 
That we're doing it 
    Am           F  Em Am Dm G Am
We can't have it all 
    F            F Em Am
We can't have it all 

G              F              G      F               G F      
 "I caught a glimpse of a god, all shining and bright..." 

 C                    Am
Suddenly my feet are feet of mud 
G             F
 It all goes slo-mo 
C                     Am
I don't know why I'm crying 
G         F
 Am I suspended in Gaffa? 
 C                   Am
Not until I'm ready for you, 
 G                   F
Not until I'm ready for you 
F                 G C
 Can I have it all 

I try to get nearer 
But as it gets clearer 
There's something appears in the way 
It's a plank in me eye 
With a camel 
Who's trying to get through it
Am I doing it? 
Can I have it all now? 

I pull out the plank and say 
"Thank you for yanking me 
back to the fact that there's always something to 
distract..." But sometimes it's hard 
To know if I'm doing it right 
      Am          F Em Am 
Can I have it all? 
                     Dm G Am
Can I have it all now? 
                  F Em Am
Can I have it all?

I can't have it all "We all have a dream...maybe..." 

Suddenly my feet are feet of mud 
It all goes slo-mo 
I don't know why I'm crying 
Am I suspended in Gaffa? 
Not until I'm ready for you, 
Not until I'm ready for you 
Can I have it all 

I won't open boxes 
That I am told not to 
I'm not a Pandora 
I'm much more like 
That girl in the mirror between you and me 
                                     Am            F Em Am
She don't stand a chance of getting anywhere at all 
                   Dm G Am
Not anywhere at all 
               F Em Am
No, not a thing 

She can't have it all "Mother, where are the angels? 
I'm scared of the changes"

Suddenly my feet are feet of mud 
It all goes slo-mo 
I don't know why I'm crying 
Am I suspended in Gaffa? 
Not until I'm ready for you,
 G                   F
Not until I'm ready for you 

Suddenly my feet are feet of mud 
It all goes slo-mo 
I don't know why I'm crying 
Am I suspended in Gaffa? 
Not until I'm ready for you,
Not until I'm ready for you 
Can I have it all