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PARIS PALOMA – labour Chords and Tabs for Guitar and Piano | Sheet Music & Tabs

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This single was released on 23 March 2023. The vocals are by Paris Paloma, the music is produced by Justin Glasco, and the lyrics are written by Paris Paloma.
This song is originally in the key of B Minor. You can change it to any key you want, using the Transpose option. The average tempo is 80 BPM. These chords are simple and easy to play on the guitar, ukulele or piano.
Vocals: Paris Paloma ,
Producer: Justin Glasco,
Writer: Paris Paloma,
 
Original Key: B Minor
Time Signature: 4/4
Tempo: 80
Suggested Strumming: DU,DU,DU,DU
c h o r d  z o n e . o r g
 [INTRO]

   Bm
 . 
 
 (One, two, three)
 
 [VERSE ONE]
  Bm                   Em
 Why are you hangin' on
       G 
 So tight
  G                            A 
 To the rope that I'm hangin' from
             Bm
 Off this island?
                    D Em
 This was an escape plan (This was an escape plan)
                G 
 Carefully timed it
  G 
 So let me go
      A 
 And dive into the waves below

 [PRE CHORUS]
  Bm     D
 Who tends the orchards?
   D               G 
 Who fixes up the gables?
    G          F#
 Emotional torture
                             Bm 
 From the head of your high table
        D 
 Who fetches the water
   D                        G 
 From the rocky mountain spring?
 G                   F#
 And walk back down again
  F#                             G 
 To feel your words and their sharp sting?
            F#
 And I'm gettin' fuckin' tired
 
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 [CHORUS]
   Bm                   D 
 The capillaries in my eyes are bursting
  G                   A 
 If our love died, would that be the worst thing?
   Bm            D 
 For somebody I thought was my saviour
       G                  A 
 You sure make me do a whole lot of labour
    Bm                     D 
 The calloused skin on my hands is crackin'
   G                A
 If our love ends, would that be a bad thing?
    Bm             D 
 And the silence haunts our bed chamber
  G              A          Bm F# Em G 
 You make me do too much labour
 
 [POST CHORUS]
 F#
 (You make me do too much labour)
 
 [VERSE TWO]
  Bm                  Em
 Apologies from my tongue
        G
 Never yours
  G                         A
 Busy lapping from flowing cup
   A                     Bm 
 And stabbing with your fork
 Bm                      Em
 I know you're a smart man (I know you're a smart man)
            G 
 And weaponise
  G                 A
 The false incompetence
  A                    Bm 
 It's dominance under guise

 [PRE CHORUS]
  Bm   D 
 If we had a daughter
 D                         G 
 I'd watch and could not save her
   G               F#
 The emotional torture
  F#                         Bm 
 From the head of your high table
    Bm    D 
 She'd do what you taught her
   D                        G 
 She'd meet the same cruel fate
   G               F#
 So now I've gotta run
 F#                  G 
 So I can undo this mistake

 At least I've gotta try
 
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 [CHORUS]
      Bm               D 
 The capillaries in my eyes are bursting
 G                   A
 If our love died, would that be the worst thing?
    Bm             D
 For somebody I thought was my saviour
   G                    A
 You sure make me do a whole lot of labour
  Bm                       D
 The calloused skin on my hands is crackin'
   G                  A                   Bm 
 If our love ends, would that be a bad thing?
  Bm                D 
 And the silence haunts our bed chamber
   G             A 
 You make me do too much labour
 
 [BRIDGE]
  Bm 
 All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid
 Bm
 Nymph, then a virgin, nurse, then a servant
 Bm
 Just an appendage, live to attend him
  Bm
 So that he never lifts a finger

 Bm                 D 
 Twenty four seven baby machine
     G                    A 
 So he can live out his picket fence dreams
   Bm                      D 
 It's not an act of love if you make her
 G              A 
 You make me do too much labour

 Bm                    D 
 All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid
    G                  A 
 Nymph, then a virgin, nurse, then a servant
    Bm                 D 
 Just an appendage, live to attend him
   G               A
 So that he never lifts a finger
 Bm                  D 
 Twenty four seven baby machine
    G                      A 
 So he can live out his picket fence dreams
   Bm                 D 
 It's not an act of love if you make her
    G             A
 You make me do too much labour

 [CHORUS]
   Bm                    D 
 The capillaries in my eyes are bursting (All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid)
  G                      A 
 If our love died, would that be the worst thing? (Nymph, then a virgin, nurse, then a servant)
 Bm               D
 For somebody I thought was my saviour (Just an appendage, live to attend him)
  G                       A
 You sure make me do a whole lot of labour (So that he never lifts a finger)
    Bm                    D 
 The callous skin on my hands is crackin' (Twenty four seven baby machine)
   G                        A 
 If our love ends, would that be a bad thing? (So he can live out his picket fence dreams)
         Bm           D 
 And the silence haunts our bed chamber (It's not an act of love if you make her)
   G          A              Bm
 You make me do too much labour

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