Текст песни Misc Unsigned Bands - Paola Bennet - Chandeliers

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Chords:    

or transpose down 2 and capo 2 and play     (easiest for beginning guitar or baritone uke)

or transpose down 4 and capo 4 and play     (easiest for most ukuleles)

There's another chord after the  in the verses and transitioning from verse to chorus, but I can't figure out
what it is. I've marked the location with a ?. It sounds okay if you play the  straight through but it's not 
100% accurate there. 

Paola sings the first three lines acapella but the chords are the same as when she reprises it again in the end.

He is chandeliers and velvet seats 
And the gentle echo of butterfly wings 
In drafty corners piled with silk and satin 

He's the kind of boy who eats alone 
                             ?
Never speaks of love; he'd rather it be shown 
He lingers on long after you look at him 

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Painted in gold, and silver-tongued 
My oh my, he's a precious one 
But even precious portraits can rattle their frames 
He says life imitates art, but they're not the same 
He'll give you the show, send the curtain down in flame 

He is rainy nights and cabarets 
                                     ?                            
He is honey and charm, wrapped in a smoky haze 
But careful, darling; all that smoke will blind you 
He is shining knight, and villain too 
                                                                          ?
He'll send thunder your way, then give the sky back its blue 
He'll let you run, but just so he can find you again 

Painted in gold, and silver-tongued 
My oh my, he's a precious one 
But even precious portraits can rattle their frames 
He says life imitates art, but they're not the same 
He'll give you the show, send the curtain down in flame                 

But under all that fiery debris 
He is a tragedy in himself 
Wounded so deep 
That he wants to ruin somebody else 
You could almost feel sorry 

But you'd never quite reach 
No, you'd never quite reach 

Painted in gold, and silver-tongued 
My oh my, he's a precious one 
But even precious portraits can fall from their frames 
He says life imitates art, but they're not the same 
He'll give you the show, send the curtain down in flame 

Send it down in flame, send it down in flame.

   ?
He is chandeliers, and velvet seats  
                           ?
Quiet nights, but still he feels the sting
In drafty corners you can hear him weep.