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Cemetery Gates

Song Author The Smiths Submitted by: Anonymous
[C]    [D]    [C]    [D]    
[C]    [D]    [C]    [D]    [G]    
[G]A dreaded sunny day
So I meet you at the cemetery ga[C]tes  
Keats and Ye[D]ats are on y[Em]our side [D]    [C]    
[G]A dreaded sunny day
So I meet you at the cemetery ga[C]tes  
Keats and Ye[D]ats are on y[Em]our side [D]    [C]    
While Wi[D]lde is on m[G]ine  

[G]So we go inside and we gravely read the st[C]ones
All those people all those li[D]ves  
Where are they[Em] no   [D]w?  [C]    
With lo[G]ves, with hates
And passions just like m[C]ine  
They were born
And then they li[D]ved  
And then they[Em] di   [D]ed  [C]    

Which seems so unfair
[D]And I want to c[G]ry  

You say: "ere t[Bm]hrice the sun hath door
Salutation to the d[G]awn"
And you c[Bm]laim these words as your o[G]wn  
But I[C]'m well read, have h[D]eard them said
A hundred t[Em]imes (maybe less, maybe m[C]ore)

If you m[G]ust write prose and poems
The words you use should be your o[C]wn  
Don't plagiarise or t[D]ake "on[Em] lo   [D]an  [C]"  
There's always som[G]eone, somwhere
With a big nose, who kn[C]ows  
And who trips you up and la[D]ughs
When you[Em] fa   [D]ll  [C]    
Who'll trip you up and la[D]ugh  
When you f[G]all  

You say: "ere l[Bm]ong done do does d[G]id"  
W[Bm]ords which could only be your o[G]wn  
You t[C]hen produce the text
From wh[D]ence was ripped
(some dizzy w[Em]hore, 1[C]804)

A dreaded su[G]nny day

So let's go where we're happy
And I meet you at the cemetery g[C]ates
Keats and Ye[D]ats are on y[Em]our side [D]    [C]    
A dreaded su[G]nny day

So let's go where we're wanted
And I meet you at the cemetery ga[C]tes  
Keats and Ye[D]ats are on y[Em]our side [D]- bu[C]t you lose
While Wi[D]lde is on m[G]ine  

[C]    [D]    [C]    [D]    
[C]    [D]    [C]    [D]    [G]    



A dreaded sunny day
So I meet you at the cemetery gates
Keats and Yeats are on your side
A dreaded sunny day
So I meet you at the cemetery gates
Keats and Yeats are on your side
While Wilde is on mine

So we go inside and we gravely read the stones
All those people all those lives
Where are they now?
With loves, with hates
And passions just like mine
They were born
And then they lived
And then they died

Which seems so unfair
And I want to cry

You say: "ere thrice the sun hath door
Salutation to the dawn"
And you claim these words as your own
But I'm well read, have heard them said
A hundred times (maybe less, maybe more)

If you must write prose and poems
The words you use should be your own
Don't plagiarise or take "on loan"
There's always someone, somwhere
With a big nose, who knows
And who trips you up and laughs
When you fall
Who'll trip you up and laugh
When you fall

You say: "ere long done do does did"
Words which could only be your own
You then produce the text
From whence was ripped
(some dizzy whore, 1804)

A dreaded sunny day

So let's go where we're happy
And I meet you at the cemetery gates
Keats and Yeats are on your side
A dreaded sunny day

So let's go where we're wanted
And I meet you at the cemetery gates
Keats and Yeats are on your side - but you lose
While Wilde is on mine


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