ARTIST: Belly
TITLE: Broken
ALBUM: Twister Soundtrack

Gtr. 1
Riff 1:
e---------------------------------------------------------
b---------------------------------------------------------
g----------2---0------------------------2---0-------------
d------------------4----------------------------4---0-----
a----0------------------2----------0----------------------
e---------------------------------------------------------
(repeat)

Riff 2:
e---------------------------------------------------------
b---------3---1----------------------3---1----------------
g------------------4---0----------------------4---0-------
d----0--------------------------0-------------------------
a---------------------------------------------------------
e---------------------------------------------------------

e------------------------------------------------
b------------------------------------------------
g---0--------------------------------------------
d--------3-----3h-5--3---2---0---------0---2--0--
a---------------------------------4--------------
e------------------------------------------------

Chorus (chords):

A    G    D  Dsus2  D

A    G    E    A    B    A    A     

Solo:
e-----------------------------------------------------------
b----/10---8--8---7---8---------10---8--8---7---8-----------
g--------------------------7-------------------------7------


Gtr. 2 
Intro/verse chords:
        G      D    Dsus2   D          G      F    A    D  Dsus2  D   
e-------3------2------3-----2-----  ---3------1----0----
b-------3------3------3-----3-----  ---3------1----2----
g-------0------2------2-----2-----  ---0------2----2----
d-------0------0------0-----0-----  ---0------3----2----
a-------2------0------0-----0-----  ---2------3----0----
e-------3-------------------------  ---3------1----0----


Chorus: 
(same as gtr. 1)




He cries out her eyes
a fire's unfurnaced
The curve of her spine
is heaven unbound

But heaven is harsh 
and fire unfaithful
Like the bird that you hold in your palm

I know where you hang
I drive by there often
I spy on the ?
and make them your friends

But heaven is harsh 
and fire unfaithful
Like the bird that you hold in your palm

Broken arms in your head 
Broken arms at your side 
Broken bird on a string
you shake her 'til she sings 
and you reel that sucker in
by a broken baby wing 
and you shake her 'til she sings
and you shake her 'til she sings

He cries out her eyes 
as blue as her fingers
The curve of her ass is unparalleled

But heaven is harsh 
and fire ungreatful
Like the bird that you hold in your palm

(chorus)



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