Author/Artist: John Frusciante
Title: Soul Removal
Album: Niandra LaDes (Cassette Version)
Transcribed by: Itay Auerbach
Email: itay7@newmail.net

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                       -akward tuning moments lol-
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 A dove   is a glove            that I wear in my heart      Though I like to

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 dress smart  It doesn't have any part of the world of fashion  And I've turn my

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 cash in        to a man who found his street               I'll think he's

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 the meat                  that I ate      to escape         from a mean

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 a         cake


  Dm      C            Bb        Am
I hold my face to go to Paris and die

  G         F           E
Because the part of the pie

F             G       A
That we just stand in here

      F           G      A
Today put in your face

    G         F
Here all over my tears

                 E
That I keep my anger now

E11
Whoo whoo

     F               G
'cause you kept them round

       C
I wish I could

         (?)        F
Fork for my affections too much

Em      Dm    C    Bb   A
For you me to burn them anymore

                    Bb   C            D
What I mean is this boy again I can't play

      Bb   C    D               C    Bb
And I feel that today scared me away

    F
And that's song there is

                        A
I was throwing back the world

        Bb                     C                  F        A  Bb
It's as real as a girl blabbin nothing outside my window

                   Dm      Bb
What do I have to show

                         Dm     C
To a world that the only way to destroy

      Bb              Am
Is to die like a baby boy

             G     Bb
I could be a

I could be hap

I could be happy in infinity

       C           G        Bb
Of the space in my eye lid

               F
But I know I'm somewhere else

          C
Where the words on this page

         G                            Bb
Would be the scribbling nonsense they are

                Bbm
And it would be real

             Bb
I'll eat my last meal

     B           C#
Wish you I could feel

      Ebm
But I don't know where I am

     B           C#
Wish you I could feel

      Ebm
But I don't know where I am

B        C#
Wish you I could feel

    Ebm              G#
But now I don't even know

        Ebm
Where I am

Feel a shadow man