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BLACKHOLE - BECK
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Tabbed by: 1st Timer
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Tuning: C#F#C#F#F#F# (Tune 1st string DOWN to F# not up!)
VERSE
F#|--0---4--0---|----5--7--5--4---|----4--0----|---5--7--9--5--4---------R----|
F#|--0---4--0---|----5--7--5--4---|----4--0----|---5--7--9--5--4---------E----|
F#|--0---4--0---|----5--7--5--4---|----4--0----|---5--7--9--5--4---------P----|
C#|--0---0--0---|----0--0--0--0---|----0--0----|---0--0--0--0--0---------E----|
F#|--0---0--0---|----0--0--0--0---|----0--0----|---0--0--0--0--0---------A----|
C#|--0---0--0---|----0--0--0--0---|----0--0----|---0--0--0--0--0---------T----|
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Bridge 1
F#|----12\--11---5---9---4\--2---0--------------------------------------------|
F#|----12\--11---5---9---4\--2---0--------------------------------------------|
F#|----12\--11---5---9---4\--2---0--------------------------------------------|
C#|----0----0----0---0---0---0---0--------------------------------------------|
F#|----0----0----0---0---0---0---0--------------------------------------------|
C#|----0----0----0---0---0---0---0--------------------------------------------|
X4 Bridge 2
F#|---------|-------------------------|----0----------------------------------|
F#|---------|-------------------------|----0----------------------------------|
F#|---------|-------------------------|----0----------------------------------|
C#|---2/5---|----3-/-9-/-12-\-2-/-5---|----0----------------------------------|
F#|---0-0---|----0---0---0------------|----0----------------------------------|
C#|---2/5---|----3-/-9-/-12-\-2-/-5---|----0----------------------------------|
Windy, windy.
Looking for a better home.
Gotta be, gotta be.
Running out of light bulbs.
Crowded, crowded.
Open to a waste can.
Yellow car yellow car.
Better be inside there.
Wake up, wake up.
Nothings gonna harm you.
Glass wall, glass wall.
Standing on the furniture.
Little boy, little boy.
Laying on a sleeping bag.
Watching, watching.
Through the cracks of his eyelids.
Stranger, stranger.
Feeling like a broken stone.
Lost him, lost him.
Standing on the orange chairs.
Alphabet, alphabet.
Cant afford a telephone.
Black hole, black hole.
Nothings gonna harm you.
