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| Carla Bruni- At Last The Secret Is Out |
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"The tongue has its desire..."
Tuning: Standard
Capo on 1st fret
Chords:
F: 133211
G: 320003
A7: x02020
Bm: x24430
C: x32010
Dsus2: xx0230
Intro
1.
e|-----3-3----3-3----3-3----3-3--|
B|-----3-3----3-3----3-3----3-3--|
G|-------------------------------|
D|--3~---------------------------|
A|---------3~--------------------|
E|----------------3~-----3~------|
Verse
At last the secret is out
as it always must come in the end
the delicious story is ripe to tell
to the intimate friend;
Chorus
over the tea-cups and into the square
Dsus2 G
the tongue has its desire;
still waters run deep my dear
Dsus2 G
there's never smoke without fire.
Behind the corpse in the reservoir
Dsus2 G
behind the ghost on the links
behind the lady who dances
and the man who madly drinks
Verse
under the look of fatigue
the attack of migraine and the sigh
there is always another story
there is more than meets the eye.
Chorus
For the clear voice suddenly singing
Dsus2 G
high up in the convent wall
the scent of the elder bushes
Dsus2 G
the sporting prints in the hall
the croquet matches in summer
Dsus2 G Bm
the handshake the cough the kiss
the kiss the kiss
there is always a wicked secret
Dsus2 G
a private reason for this
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Outro
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Lyrics:
At last the secret is out
as it always must come in the end
the delicious story is ripe to tell
to tell to the intimate friend;
over the tea-cups and into the square
the tongues has its desire;
still waters run deep my dear
there's never smoke without fire.
Behind the corpse in the reservoir
behind the ghost on the links
behind the lady who dances
and the man who madly drinks
under the look of fatigue
the attack of migraine and the sigh
there is always another story
there is more than meets the eye.
For the clear voice suddenly singing
high up in the convent wall
the scent of the elder bushes
the sporting prints in the hall
the croquet matches in summer
the handshake the cough the kiss
there is always a wicked secret
a private reason for this
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| Raileff |
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(supprime les barrés)