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Date: Wed, 10 Jan 1996 10:16:09 -0500
From: "Jeffrey J. Gray" 

{title:PRINCE OF DARKNESS}
{subtitle:(Emily Saliers)}

[D]   [D/G] [D/F] [D/E]     [D]   [D/G] [D/F] [D/E]
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[D]  My place is o[D]f the sun and[Bm7(4)] this place is o[Bm7(4)]f the dark
And I[C(9)], I do not fe[C(9)]el the romance,[G] I do not c[G]atch the spark
[D]  My place is o[D]f the sun and[Bm7(4)] this place is o[Bm7(4)]f the dark
And I[C(9)], I do not fe[C(9)]el the romance,[G] I do not c[G]atch the spark

[D]   [D/G] [D/F] [D/E]     [D]   [D/G] [D/F] [D/E]
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I [D]don't know when I n[D]oticed life was l[C]ife at my exp[C]ense
The [Bm]words of my h[Bm]eart lined up like[Gm] prisoners on a f[Gm]ence
My [D]dreams came in like n[D]eedy children[C] tugging at my sle[C]eve
I [G/B]said I have no w[G/B]ay of feedi[Asus]ng you, so [A7]leave

[C(9)]  But there was a t[C(9)]ime I asked my [G]father for a d[G]ollar
[D]  And he gave it a t[D/C]en dollar [Bm7(4)]raise[Bm7(4)]
[C(9)]  And when I ne[C(9)]eded my [G]mother and I c[G]alled her
[D]  She stayed with m[D/C]e for d[Em]ays[Em][A7sus][A7]

Now [G]someone's on the t[G]elephone, [Gm]desperate in his p[Gm]ain
[D]Someone's on the [D/C]bathroom floor,[Bm] doing her co[Bm]caine
[C(9)]Someone's got his f[C(9)]inger on the b[G]utton in some [G]room
[D]No one can conv[D/C]ince me we aren't[F7] gl[[tacet]]uttons for our doom
But I tr[E7/G]ied to [E7/G]make this place m[Gmaj7]y place;  [Gmaj7]  I asked for providence to
[C(9)]smile upon m[C(9)]e with its sweet f[G]ac[tacet]e;      Yeah, but I'll tell you:

My place is of the sun and this place is of the dark
And I, I do not feel the romance, I do not catch the spark
My place is of the sun and this place is of the dark
And I, I do not feel the romance, I do not catch the spark

Maybe there's no haven in this world for tender age
My heart beat like the wings of wild birds in a cage
My greatest hope, my greatest cause to grieve
And my heart flew from its cage, and it bled upon my sleeve

The cries of passion were like wounds that needed healing
I couldn't hear them for the thunder
I was half the naked distance between hell and heaven's ceiling
And it almost pulled me under

Now someone's on the telephone, desperate in his pain
Someone's on the bathroom floor, doing her cocaine
Someone's got his finger on the button in some room
No one can convince me we aren't gluttons for our doom
But I tried to make this place my place; I asked for providence to
smile upon me with its sweet face; Yeah, but I'll tell you:

My place is of the sun and this place is of the dark
And I, I do not feel the romance, I do not catch the spark
My place is of the sun and this place is of the dark
And I, I do not feel the romance, I do not catch the spark
My pl[C(9)]ace is of the[C(9)] sun and this plac[G]e [tacet]is of the dark
And I, I do not feel the romance; I will not be a pawn
For the [Gm]prince of [slowly]darkness any longer

[D]   [D/G] [D/F] [D/E]     [D]   [D/G] [D/F] [D/E]    [D]   [D/G] [D/F] [D/E] 
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{ci:- Adam Schneider, schneider@pobox.com}
#converted to chordpro by Jeff Gray (jeff@che.utexas.edu)