The Rip (Thom Yorke and Jonny Greenwood cover Portishead)

[Em]As she walks in the [F]room,
Scented and [Em]tall,
Hesitating [C]once more.
[Am]And as I take on my[Bb]self,
And the bitterness I [Am]felt,
Realize that [G]love flows

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[Em]White horses, [F]
They will take me a[Em]way,
And the [C]tenderness I [Am]feel,
Will send the [Bb]dark under[Am]neath,
Will I fo[G]llow?

[Em]Through the glory of life, [F]
I'm scattered on the [Em]floor,
Disappoin[C]ted and sore. [Am]
And in my thoughts I have [Bb]bled,
For the riddles I've been {Am]fed,
Another lie moves [G]over, while

Chorus [x2]



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