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FELIX & ADELITA - Franz Nicolay (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i5ITOd9hybw)
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http://www.franznicolay.com/
Tabbed by:mmmmetalcore
Email:swipf@gm.slc.edu

Tuning:E A D G B E

FShe (133211@1)called him Felix
             AmWhich (x02210@1)meant 'lucky' to her
Dm (xx0231@1)                              C (x32010@1)  He was a middle-distance runner
Bb (x1333x@1)                         AmShe (x02210@1)didn't take him seriously
                   Bb (x1333x@1)                   CBut (x32010@1)shifted in her seat when he walked by

FHe (133211@1)thought her plain
    Am (x02210@1)               DmBut (xx0231@1)sensual in some way
                                  C (x32010@1)          BbAm
She licked the corner of her mouth thoughtfully
                              BbC
Wore her skirts above the knee

F (133211@1)                              Am (x02210@1)                       DmHe (xx0231@1)told her a story about a pair of green and gold yarn gloves
                    CThat (x32010@1)he'd been given
                       BbIt (x1333x@1)was a sting of recognition
                  Am (x02210@1)                     BbShe (x1333x@1)realized he'd given those gloves to her
                        C (x32010@1)                       F (133211@1)AmWhen (x02210@1)he left it had the feel of a little tradition

BbLash (x1333x@1)solitude to the wind

But when you leave again
                                 FAm
Leave something of you with them
         BbTie (x1333x@1)your fishing lines to the fence posts
                                F (133211@1)AmAnd (x02210@1)do your best to reel them in

BbThe (x1333x@1)candle flickers
                               Dm (xx0231@1)   CYou (x32010@1)measure morals by unsturdy things
     Bb (x1333x@1)                      CTear (x32010@1)leaves off of the sycamore
                               DmPin (xx0231@1)down the butterfly's wings

F (133211@1)                            Am"I (x02210@1)never knew it got this cold in August
                DmHere (xx0231@1)in Tuscon"
                    C"Only (x32010@1)in the evening
                                  BbThere's (x1333x@1)nothing here to hold the heat
                 AmThe (x02210@1)sun goes down
                         BbC
It floats off and is lost

FAnyway, (133211@1)you've got a jacket
        Am (x02210@1)                        DmTell (xx0231@1)me where you got that necklace"
                     CHe (x32010@1)looked across the parking lot
                             BbAt (x1333x@1)the path under the highway
                          Am (x02210@1)                             BbAt (x1333x@1)the mouth of it a man slung bags of cans across his back
                   CHe (x32010@1)coughed, and he turned back to the table

F (133211@1)                   Am (x02210@1)                    DmShe (xx0231@1)told him a story of a hand embroidered pillow
                 CShe'd (x32010@1)been given
                            BbIt (x1333x@1)was with a sting of recognition
                  Am (x02210@1)                 BbHe (x1333x@1)realized she'd given him that pillow
                         C (x32010@1)                       FWhen (133211@1)she left it had the feel of a little tradition

So lash solitude to the wind
But when you leave again
Leave something of you with the
Tie your fishing lines to fence posts
And do your best to reel them in

The candle flickers
You measure morals by unsturdy things
Tear leaves off of the sycamore
And pin down the butterfly's wings