Throwing Stones

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Date: Thu, 30 Apr 1998 17:42:21 -0400
From: Adam Klein 

 
Subject: c/cole_paula/throwing_stones.crd

Song: Throwing Stones
By: Paula Cole
>From The Album: This Fire

Chorded By: Adam Klein
E-Mail: Adam_Klein@compuserve.com
Web Page: The Ultimate Amanda Marshall Homepage
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 Dm                                         
 A7
So call me a bitch in heat and I'll call you a liar,

 Bbsus2               
 C5
And we'll throw stones until we're dead.


 Dm
There you go again, you cut me off from talking
You bask in the glory, the center of the circle.
All our friends think you are a comedian --
so kind and generous, but I am suffering


 Bbsus2      
 Csus4                       
 Bbsus2    
 Csus2
Away from here, I want to be away from here,

 Bbsus2      
 Gm9
Away from every little thing.

 F
Every little thing.
  
 Gm9                         
 Am
I used to love your every little thing.


 Dm                                         
 A7
So call me a bitch in heat and I'll call you a liar,

 Bbsus2               
 C5
And we'll throw stones until we're dead.


 Dm
You're the puppeteer and I'm the puppet,
You manipulate me with guilt-ridden Catholic shit.
Everytime I try to talk it through you turn it around
And make us out to be David and Goliath.


 Bbsus2      
 Csus4                       
 Bbsus2    
 Csus2
Away from here, I want to be away from here,

 Bbsus2      
 Gm9
Away from every little thing.

 F
Every little thing.
  
 Gm9                         
 Am
I used to love your every little thing.


 F       
 Gm9                                
 F
Your arms beneath me, your light inside me

  
 Gm9                                          
 F
I used to love your every little, every little thing.
         
 Gm9                       
 F
Your eyes blue stars, your hand in my purse,
          
 Gm9          
 Am
Now I hate your every little thing.


 Dm   
 C9         
 Am                                 
 Dm
Oh    mama I didn't know life was this hard.

 Dm   
 C9             
 Am                           
 Dm
Oh    mama my innocence has been tarred

      
 Bbsus2                   
 F5/
 C
My inner vision dulled and darkened
   
 Bbsus2                 
 F
I gave myself away to you,
  
 Bbsus2                    
 F5/
 C              
 Bbsus2                
 F5/
 C
I felt my sorrow humble me and throw my crown upon the ground
           
 Bbsus2
It was you I hoped for and

 F5/
 C
us I prayed for and

 Bbsus2                  
 F5/
 C
me that I believed was wrong
       
 Bbsus2                
 F5/
 C                         
 Bbsus2
But now my anger is my best friend and careful,
                 
 F5/
 C                  
 Dsus2
I may bite your head off.


 A7  
 Bbsus2  
 Csus4

Dm11                                       
 A7
So call me a bitch in heat and I'll call you a liar,

 Bbsus2               
 Csus4
And we'll throw stones until we're dead.
Dm11                                    
 A7
So call me a bitch in heat and I'll call you motherfucker
        
 Bbsus2      
 Csus4
And we'll throw stones until we're dead.