=====Standard Bitter Love Song #8=====

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Here's an easier-to-play version --Rosa

Capo on 2, downtune a little to play along with the recording. 
Play with barre chords to better approximate the sound on the record.

A                    G     E            A
I went down to Lloyd Center looking for you.
A                   C#m  D           A
but a mouth full of anger blocked my view.
A            E    A                    D
he took your hand there in the skating rink.
A        E        D        A
god will give him blood to drink.

saw the two of you leaving, I didn't want to follow behind.
but I could see the rest of your evening, burning in my mind.
the sky's black. the moon's pink.
god will give him blood to drink.

I looked over the railing. ice was white
on the northeast side where I saw you and your boyfriend, on a friday night.
I went mining for gold. I struck pure, fresh zinc.
god, god will give him blood to drink.

A G E A
hey, hey, hey.
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tab by Russ Sweetser, corrected by somerandomguy and Rosa

B:      7 9 9 8 7 7
E:      X 7 9 9 9 7
A:      5 7 7 6 5 5
F#1:    2 4 4 3 2 2
F#2:    X 9 11 11 11 9
(Note the two different F#'s used, one an octave higher than the other.)

B - B

B                    A     F#1          B
I went down to Lloyd Center looking for you.
B                   D#m  E           B
but a mouth full of anger blocked my view.
B            F#2  B                    E
he took your hand there in the skating rink.
B        F#2      E        B
god will give him blood to drink.

B                  A
saw the two of you leaving.
  F#1                     B
I didn't want to follow behind.
B                   F#1
but I could see the rest of your evening,
E             B
burning in my mind.
B         F#2        B      E
the sky's black. the moon's pink.
B        F#2      E        B
god will give him blood to drink.

B A F#1 B
I looked over the railing. ice was white
B F#1
on the northeast side where I saw you and your boyfriend
E B
on a friday night.
B F#2 B E
I went mining for gold. I struck pure, fresh zinc.
B F#2 E B
god, god will give him blood to drink.
B A F#1 B
hey, hey, hey.
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