Squeeze Labelled With Love (ver 2) chords

Labelled With Love (ver 2) by Squeeze

Intro: B7  E

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She unscrews the top of a new whiskey bottle, shuffles about in her candlelit hovel
                                                                                         
Like some kind of witch with blue fingers in mittens she smells like the cat 
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and the neighbours she sickens
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The black and white TV has long seen a picture; the cross on the wall is a permanent fixture
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The postman delivers the final reminders; she sells off her silver and poodles in   China

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Drinks to remember I, me and myself, winds up the clock and knocks dust from the shelf
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Home is a love that I miss very much, so the past has been bottled and labelled with love

E                                                                     B7
During the war time an American pilot made every air raid a time of excitement
                                                                                          
She moved to his prairie and married the Texan, she learnt from a distance 
               E
how love was a lesson
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He became drinker and she became mother, she knew that one day she'd be one or the other
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He ate himself older, drunk himself dizzy, proud of her features, she kept herself pretty.

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Drinks to remember I, me and myself, winds up the clock and knocks dust from the shelf
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Home is a love that I miss very much, so the past has been bottled and labelled with love

E                                                                          B7
He like a cowboy died drunk in a slumber out on the porch in the middle of summer
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So she crossed the ocean back home to her family but they had retired to roads that were sandy
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She moved home alone without friends or relations, lived in a world full of age reservation
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On moth eaten armchairs she'd say that she'd sod all the friends who had left 
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her to drink from the bottle

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Drinks to remember I, me and myself, winds up the clock and knocks dust from the shelf
E                     F#m                    B7                        A G#m    F#m  E
Home is a love that I miss very much, so the past has been bottled and labelled with love
E                     F#m            B7                                          E
Drinks to remember I, me and myself, winds up the clock and knocks dust from the shelf
E                     F#m                    B7                        A G#m    F#m  E
Home is a love that I miss very much, so the past has been bottled and labelled with love
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The past has been bottled and labelled with love
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The past has been bottled and la -  belled   with     love