From: "Manuela Coletto" <manuela_coletto@hotmail.com>
Subject: e/elisa/a_feast_for_me.crd
Date: Mon, 25 May 1998 09:44:47 PDT

Song: A Feast For Me
Singer: Elisa
Album: Pipes & Flowers

                        Bm			  A
Well there's a party for me, The last thing I wanted from you
Bm                                              A
I close the door behind me And there you are
                   Bm                                            A
You seem relaxed and quiet, But under your shirt you sweat
                   Bm                                  A
And these balloons around, Make me feel so sad

Bm     A   Bm    A

Well there's a feast for me, But it's a night so pale
Feels like an empty room, Where we could kill with words
You wish you could make believe, That I'm what you want me to be
But these balloons around, Make me feel so sad

                   G                            A
I'm in your sweet sweet sweet embrace
                        Bm                F#m
And you're a thousand miles away
                       G                         A
Your arms a sweet sweet sweet embrace
                        Bm                  F#m
And you're a thousand miles away

Well there's a party for me,  And you know that I didn't ask for it
I just stay in your game,  I'm just playing your game
So won't you tell me what to do,  I can pretend that you tell the truth
Won't you tell me what to do, I can pretend you tell the truth

I'm in your sweet sweet sweet embrace ...

Bm  A 	G  A   Bm A  G A
Why      why     why    why

 D                                    G
Should I take the blame, Where's my big mistake
Bm                                  C
Should I feel happy, For what I haven't done
D                                    G
Should I take the blame, Should I feel the pain
Bm                                   C
Should I feel regret, For what I haven't done
Bm A  G  A    Bm  A  G A
Why     why     why     why

Was this a feast for me, Or just a bad surprise
Should I have expected this, I just don't wanna know
And you've made up the rules, So that you'll win this game
But you can't tell me what to do, Cause I don't believe in you
What's left a sweet sweet sweet embrace
And you're a thousand miles away
Your arms a sweet sweet sweet embrace
And you're a thousand miles away
Why why I never ask you why why


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