Romance Is Boring taby ukulele według Los Campesinos!

[Intro]
A    Bm  F#m x2

[Verse 1]
A                 Bm      F#m
Darling, I'm with St. Bernard's
          A                        
And we're scouring the Alps and the 
 Bm   F#m
Andes
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And if they die then it is on my 
Bm   F#m
head
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They follow paw prints in the snow 
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to my throne, to my bed

[Chorus]
        A               Bm       
You're pouting in your sleep, I'm 
 D             F#m
waking still yawning
       A              Bm        
We're proving to each other that 
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romance is boring
 A              Bm           D     
Sure there are things I could do if 
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I was half prepared to
A               Bm         F#m      
Prove to each other that romance is 
 D
boring

[Interlude]
A    F#m  A F#m x2

[Verse 2]
A                        F#m
Start as you mean to continue;
A           F#m        A
Complacent and self-involved
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You're trying not to be nervous
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If you were trying at all
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I will wake, I will bake phallic 
F#m
cake
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Take your diffidence, make it my 
Bm     F#m
clubhouse
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But my strength's within lies, 
     Bm        F#m
ventricle cauterized
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It's the way of living that I 
Bm    F#m
espouse

[Chorus]
        A               Bm       
You're pouting in your sleep, I'm 
 D             F#m
waking still yawning
       A              Bm        
We're proving to each other that 
 D         F#m
romance is boring
 A              Bm           D     
Sure there are things I could do if 
      F#m
I was half prepared to
A               Bm         F#m      
Prove to each other that romance is 
 D
boring

[Interlude]
A    F#m  A F#m x7

[Bridge]
A                                 
We are two ships that pass in the 
F#m
night
                           Bm
You and I, we are nothing alike

I am a pleasure cruise, you are gone
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out to trawl
             D
Return nets empty, nothing at all

[Chorus]
        A               Bm       
You're pouting in your sleep, I'm 
 D             F#m
waking still yawning
       A              Bm        
We're proving to each other that 
 D         F#m
romance is boring
 A              Bm           D     
Sure there are things I could do if 
      F#m
I was half prepared to
A               Bm         F#m      
Prove to each other that romance is 
 D
boring

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