Little Bombs by Aimee Mann

Little Bombs 
submitted by Robin Duggan
miss_dugganheimer@hotmail.com

capo 2
intro: F Am
(F)From the 22nd (Am)floor  
(F)Walking down the (Am)corridor
(Dm)Looking out the (Bb)picture window (F)down
On Syca(C)more

(F)While perspective lines (Am)converge
(F)Rows of cars and buses (Am)merge
(Dm)All the sweet green (Bb)trees of Atlanta (F)burst
Like little (C)bombs
Or little (Dm)pom-poms
Shaken (Bb)by a careless (F)hand
That drives them (C)off
And leaves (Dm)again
Bb F C
(Dm)Life just(Bb)kind of (Dm)empties (C)out
(Dm)Less a (Bb)deluge (Dm)than a (C)drought
(Dm)Less a (Bb)giant (Dm)mushroom (C)cloud
(Dm)Than an unex(Bb)ploded (F)shell
Inside a (C)cell
Of the Lennox(Dm) Hotel
Bb F C

On the 22nd floor
Found a notice on my door
While outside, the sun is shining on
Those little bombs
Those little pom-poms

Life just kind of empties out
Less a deluge than a drought
Less a giant mushroom cloud
Than an unexploded shell
Inside a cell
Of the Lennox Hotel
Bb F C

Inside a cell
Of the Lennox Hotel

Inside a cell
Of the Lennox Hotel

Inside a cell
Of the Lennox Hotel

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