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Date: Thu, 28 May 1998 16:05:04 -0400
From: Jeff Townsend 
Subject: s/smalltown_poets/everything_i_hate.crd

Artist: Smalltown Poets
Song: Everything I Hate
Submitter: Casey Townsend
Transcriber: Bert Hatch
>From the self titled album: Smalltown Poets
Copyright 1997 on Forefront Records

Intro: A5, A5, C5, D5 (repeat)
Use these three power chords for all the verses

			Verse 1
A5 (x022xx@1)name="chord_x022xx@1">A5      C5 (x355xx@1)  D5 (xx023x@1)     A5 (x022xx@1)name="chord_x022xx@1">A5 C5 (x355xx@1)name="chord_xx023x@1">D5
    I think I am elastic
A5 (x022xx@1)name="chord_x022xx@1">A5        C5 (x355xx@1)   D5 (xx023x@1)        A5 (x022xx@1)name="chord_x022xx@1">A5 C5 (x355xx@1)name="chord_xx023x@1">D5
    These arms they are a wonder
A5 (x022xx@1)name="chord_x022xx@1">A5                  C5 (x355xx@1)   D5 (xx023x@1)        A5 (x022xx@1)name="chord_x022xx@1">A5 C5 (x355xx@1)name="chord_xx023x@1">D5
    They pull form sideways, up, and under
A5 (x022xx@1)name="chord_x022xx@1">A5                  C5 (x355xx@1)           D5 (xx023x@1)   I think it's time for something drastic.
Bm (x24432@1)     A (x02220@1)                 Bm (x24432@1)      AAnd (x02220@1)it could be more than I bargained for
Bm (x24432@1)     A (x02220@1)   DTen (xx0232@1)to one it is

			Chorus
G (320003@1)               Bm (x24432@1)    AOh (x02220@1)I'm into everything I hate
     Em (022000@1)        GMy (320003@1)spirit is not moved
    D (xx0232@1)             AMy (x02220@1)members take the bait
G (320003@1)                    Bm (x24432@1)    AOh, (x02220@1)oh, I'm into everything I hate
     Em (022000@1)            GI'm (320003@1)still not dead enough
    D (xx0232@1)          ATo (x02220@1)stifle this debate
	Verse 2
These heels were made for bruising,
And the cobble stones they're using,
All the pleasures of my choosing,
Boy, I must be born for loosing.
Heal these souls to hurt no more,
I'll lift these hands just like before,
Cover me like a dimestore suit until
I'm just like You.
	Repeat chorus
	         (Bridge)
G (320003@1)             F (133211@1)            ECareful (022100@1)little eyes what you see
G (320003@1)             F (133211@1)            ECareful (022100@1)little feet where you go
	Repeat chorus
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