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Date: Sat, 11 Oct 1997 09:12:21 +0100
From: Starla Iha
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Subject: No Surface All Feeling TAB
Artist: Manic Street Preachers
Song: No Surface all Feeling
Album: Everything Must Go
Hello! This is a totally amazing song! In my opinion it's the best on the album. This is just the chords but if I can be bothered I'll do the Tab. If anyone wants it desperately e-mail me at david.morland@virgin.net
O.k?
Rosie :)
Here we go...........
Chords used:
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E - 022100
F#m - 244222
Am - 577555
G#maddb6- x66400
F#m11 - x44200
Asus2 - x02200
E5 - 02xxxx
Abm - x6640x
intro:
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Verse:
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Embarrassed possessed and so uncivilised
Just take a look at the whites of my eyes
See me now and I will apologise
For me for you we knew they were lies
It makes me angry ashamed but really alive
It may of worked but at what price?
What's the point of always looking back,
When all you see is more and more junk.
Chorus:
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It was no surface but all feeling
Maybe at the time it felt like dreaming
Lyrics:
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Embarrassed possessed and so uncivilised,
just take a look at the whites of my eyes,
see me now and I will apologise,
for me for you we knew they were lies.
It makes me angry ashamed but really alive,
it may have worked but at what price?
What's the point of always looking back,
when all you see is more and more junk.
It was no surface but all feeling,
maybe at the time it felt like dreaming.
Maybe richer maybe wiser,
seems so easy to not go too far,
beg me to stop hate my face I know,
and tell me forever just to go.
Just one thing before I get to sleep,
and nothing here but the stains on my teeth,
no not blood just liquid from you,
I only wish it was the truth
Feel the guilt of a sinner,
feel the cold of a winter.
It was no surface but all feeling,
maybe at the time it felt like dreaming.
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