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Cold Blooded Old Times
Written by Bill Calahan
Covered by Martin Tielli on OIJ.


Intro: G       F    E


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Cold-blooded old times
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Cold-blooded old times
           E
Cold-blooded old times
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The type of memories
                   F
that turn your bones to glass
           E                          G
Turn your bones to glass


              Bm
Mother came rushing in
                 C
she said we didn't see a thing
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We said we didn't see a thing
         Bm
And father left at eight
           C
Nearly splintering the gate
        G
Cold-blooded old times


     G
The type of memory
              F
That turns your bones to glass
           E                         G
Turns your bones to glass


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And though you where just a
Bm
little swirl
      C                             G
You understood every word
            Bm                         C
And in this way they gave you clarity
G
A cold-blooded clarity


G                               F      E
Cold-blooded old times


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Now how can I stand
Bm
and laugh with the man
C                             G
Who redefined your body


G....
Those cold-blooded old times...