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Send A Message To Her

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Beck - Send a Message to Her
Verse riff:
E|-----------------   this is played throughout the verse
B|-----------------   play this wherever you see Dm (except in the chorus)
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A|----------10--8--
E|--10--10---------
[Verse 1]
Get up son hit your head like a drum Weeds are all growin' in vain
Too much time I've got too much time Living in a waste of space
Take yourself don't break yourself
It's all gonna be okay
Get used to it don't lose your head
It's all gonna be the same
[Chorus]
She knows Send a message to her
She knows She knows Get a message to her  She knows
Na na na na na na Send a message to her
Na na na na na na
Na na na na na na Send a message to her Na na na na na na
[Verse 2]
Now kill it dead but don't let it die There's a price sittin' on your head
Face it down don't turn it around Unless you want to be where you've been
Take yourself don't break yourself
It's all gonna be okay
Get used to it don't lose your head
It's all gonna be the same
[Chorus]
She knows Send a message to her
She knows She knows Get a message to her  She knows
Na na na na na na Send a message to her
Na na na na na na
Na na na na na na Send a message to her Na na na na na na
[Bridge]
I spell out my name In cigarettes and knives Trying to see her
Give her a message On a dirty window Trying to see her
[Intrumental Chords]
      
         
         
        
[Outro]
I've been stripping the days Off the sidewalk and pavement
The walls are all white And we're painting them whiter
For the zigzag mainline My radio's plastic
And I've tasted the fodder Of a saccharine ending
Day job pay phone one in a trillion
And the typecast heathen With a future all rancid
Something to believe Something to believe
Something to believe Something to believe That nothing hurts your feelings

Send A Message To Her

Beck