Song: Apple of my eye
Artist: Ed Harcourt
Album: Maplewood, Here Be Monsters
Tabbed: Tom McKibbin (whitestrokes@hotmail.com)
Great song. Try it on the piano.

Intro/Chorus: 
      D                     A                    Em (high)               G
e||---2---2---5----7----2---0---2---5---7---2----7----2---5---7---2------- 2--0--------0---2---------|
b||---3---------------------2--------------------8-----------------------3---------3-----------------|
g||---2---------------------2--------------------9-----------------------0---------------------------|
d||-------------------------2--------------------9-----------------------0---------------------------|
a||----------------------------------------------7-----------------------2---------------------------|
e||----------------------------------------------0-----------------------3---------------------------|

Verse
                     D
when you're on your own
    A           D      
you walk in the rain
                    G     A
you walk around the house
                        D      F#
and then walk around it again
                   Bm    G
you pretend you're happy
                   D   A
that you've got it all
              G
but don't be upset
       A            G
if you fall on your knees
(keep strumming G)
and beg like a dog!

Chorus
D              A               Em(high)
I've reached a low, don't you know
           G
You're the apple of my eye 
D            A              Em
I'm running low, with this show 
    G
No matter how I try 
D                A                  Em
I'm sick of this angst, don't need thanks
           G
You're the apple of my eye

Rest of words

I drink a lot of wine 
When I am alone 
I lose my track of time
My ideas turn to stone 
I pretend I'm sad 
That I'm still so small 
But I'm not upset If 
I fall on my knees 
And beg like a dog
I've reached a low, don't you know 
You're the apple of my eye 
I'm running low, with this show 
No matter how I try 
I'm sick of this angst, don't need thanks
You're the apple of my eye
I've reached a low, don't you know 
You're the apple of my eye 
I'm running low, with this show 
No matter how I try 
I'm sick of this angst, don't need thanks
You're the apple of my eye

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