He Was A Jazzman(Chords)

	        
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(Intro Riff) 

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Dm / Am / Dm / Am / A# / F / G 

Dm  Am      Dm                    Am                     A#  
  I see you gripping tight to the rails of your hospital bed 

F    G 
 You move so slow 

Dm   Am      Dm                  Am                       A# 
 You say the pain you feel is too great to be inside your head 

F       G 
 I know, I know 

A#   F       G 
 You move so slow, yeah 

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F         C             
 It don't mean anything to me 

Dm           Am                   A#        
 We start to die when we begin to breathe 

F              C                       G 
 But I'll keep scratching at your sympathy 

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(SAME CHORDS AS PREVIOUS VERSE) 

I'll wander these white halls 
Scale all the walls for a thread of hope 
Wrap it around myself and cross my fingers I don't choke 
I'd pray if it meant anything to me 
One day I'll die and finally see what all the fuss is about 
Prepare yourself for the big sleep 

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(SAME CHORDS AS PREVIOUS Chorus) 

It don't mean anything to me 
We start to die when we begin to breathe 

F        C                         
I'll keep scratching at your sympathy 

Dm          Am 
Until you're good and ready to leave 
A#        C               F 
Until you feel a lot like me, yeah 

(ENTIRE FOLLOWING SECTIONS FOLLOW THE Dm / Am / Dm / Am / A# / F / G PROGRESSION) 

With curved eyes I smile 
As a bad excuse sits next to you 
Grinning crooked teeth 
They'll all be gone soon 
As the door handle swings 
I'm having trouble hearing you 
You think I'm crazy, don't you? 

Count your bones and clean 'em good 
It's come to this just like we knew it would 
We knew it would, we knew it would 
The world's become a hospital 
Will someone medicate us please? 
I'd pray if it meant anything to me 

One day I'll die and finally see what all the fuss is about 
Prepare yourself for the big sleep 
It don't mean anything to me 
We start to die when we begin to breathe 

Come count your bones and clean 'em good 
It's come to this just like we knew it would 
It don't mean anything to me 
We start to die when we begin to breathe 

Finish on G
	        

Written by Chris Cresswell/The Flatliners