Haligh Haligh A Lie Haligh chords

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[F#m]The phone[D] slips from a[A] loos[Bm]e grip
[F#m]Words were mi[D]ssed, then some [A]apolo[Bm]gy
[F#m]I didn't want to t[D]ell you this
No, it's j[A]ust some guy she's b[Bm]een hanging out [F#m]with
I don't k[D]now, the past couple of we[A]eks, I g[Bm]uess

[F#m]Thank you and hang [D]up the phone
Let the [A]funeral start, hear the ca[Bm]sket close
Let's [F#m]pin split-black ri[D]bbon to your [A]overco[Bm]at
[F#m]The laughter pours from u[D]nder doors in this ho[A]use
I don't underst[Bm]and that sound no [F#m]more
Seems artific[D]ial, like a T[A] .V. s[G]et

[Bm]Haligh, Haligh, a lie, Haligh
This we[A]ight, it must be satisfied
You of[G]fer only one reply
You k[A]now not what you do
As you t[Bm]ear and tear your hair from roots
Of t[A]hat same head you've twice removed
Now a l[G]ock of hair you said would prove
Our l[A]ove would never die
Well, ha ha ha [Bm]

[F#m]I remember[D] everything
The wo[A]rds we spoke on fr[Bm]eezing South S[F#m]treet
All those mornings wat[D]ching you
G[A]et ready for sc[Bm]hool
[F#m]You combed your hair in[D]side that mirror
The one you[A] painted blue
And g[Bm]lued with jewelry t[F#m]ears
Something about those br[D]ight colors
Would always m[A]ake you feel b[Bm]etter

[F#m]But now we speak with ru[D]ined tongues
And the w[A]ords we say aren't m[Bm]eant for any[F#m]one
It's just a mumbled sen[D]tence to
A pa[A]ssing [Bm]acquaintance

But there was once you
[F#m]You said you hate my suf[D]fering, and you [A]understood
And y[Bm]ou'd take care of [F#m]me
You'd always [D]be there
Well, wh[A]ere are you now[G]'

[Bm]Haligh, Haligh, a lie, Haligh
The p[A]lans were never finalized
But l[G]eft to hang like yarn and twine
Dan[A]gling before my eyes
As you [Bm]tear and tear your hair from roots
From t[A]hat same head that you have twice removed
Now, a l[G]ock of hair you said would prove
Our l[A]ove would never die
And I s[Bm]ing and sing of awful things
The ple[A]asure that my sadness brings
As my fi[G]ngers press onto the strings
Yet an[A]other clumsy chord

[Bm]Haligh, Haligh, an awful lie
This we[A]ight would now be satisfied
I'm gonna g[G]ive you only one reply
I k[A]now not who I am
But I [Bm]talk in the mi[G]rror
To the str[A]anger that ap[D]pears
Our conversations are circles[G]
Always one si[G]ded, nothing is cl[A]ear
Except we k[Bm]eep coming b[G]ack
To this me[A]aning that I l[D]ack
He says the choices were given[Bm]
And now, you must l[G]ive them
Or just not li[A]ve
But do you want t[Bm]hat'

-Anders Johnsson