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Hozier - Take me to churchadd

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GmCmA#FAD#D#mG#DC
[Verse 1]

Gm                   Cm     Gm
      My lover's got humour
                      Cm       A#
She's the giggle at a funeral
                  Cm          Gm
Knows everybody's disapproval
                           Cm      Gm
I should've worshipped her sooner
                    Cm         Gm
If the Heavens ever did speak
                     Cm          A#
She is the last true mouthpiece
                       Cm          Gm
Every Sunday's getting more bleak
               Cm           F
A fresh poison each week
                   D# / A#
'We were born sick,' you heard them say it
Gm                          Cm         Gm
        My church offers no absolutes
                             Cm        A#
She tells me 'worship in the bedroom'
                        Cm        Gm
The only heaven I'll be sent to
                  Cm         F         
Is when I'm alone with you
                 D# / A# 
I was born sick, but I love it
D# / A#
     Command me to be well

[Verse 1]

A#          D# A#   D# A#   D#m A#
Aaaaaaaaaaamen. Amen. Amen

[Chorus]

A# A A G#       Gm
     Take me to church, I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
D                                                           A#
       I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife
              Cm
Offer me that deathless death
     Gm                            C A# A# A              
Good God, let me give you my life                [Chorus](2x)

[Verse 2]

Gm                           Cm          Gm
       If I'm a pagan of the good times
               Cm         A#
My lover's the sunlight
                       Cm        Gm
To keep the Goddess on my side
              Cm          F
She demands a sacrifice
                        D# / A#
To drain the whole sea
                     Gm
Get something shiny
                        Cm           Gm
Something meaty for the main course
                      Cm            A#
That's a fine looking high horse
                    Cm        Gm
What you got in the stable?
                        Cm         F
We've a lot of starving faithful
                  D# / A#
That looks tasty
                   D# / A#
That looks plenty
               A# A             
This is hungry work     


[Chorus]

A G#       Gm
Take me to church, I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
D                                                          A#
      I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife
              Cm
Offer me that deathless death
     Gm                      C A# A# A              
Good God, let me give you my life                [Chorus](2x)


 [Bridge]

D#                  A#              D         Gm
     No masters or kings when the ritual begins
         D#          A#              D          Gm
There is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin
   D#               A#            D           Gm
In the madness and soil of that sad earthly scene
     D#         A#           D         Gm
Only then I am human, only then I am clean.


[Pre-Chorus]

A#          D# A#   D# A#   D#m A#
Aaaaaaaaaaamen. Amen. Amen


[Chorus]

A# A A G#       Gm
     Take me to church, I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
D                                                           A#
       I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife
              Cm
Offer me that deathless death
     Gm                            C A# A# A              
Good God, let me give you my life

A# A A G#       Gm
     Take me to church, I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
D                                                           A#
       I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife
              Cm
Offer me that deathless death
     Gm                            C A# A# A              
Good God, let me give you my life

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