Leonard Cohen

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Capo 1st fret

Em                     C/G
Well I stepped into an avalanche,
Em          D     Em
It covered up my soul;
Em                      C/G
When I am not this hunchback that you see,
Em         D               Em
I sleep beneath the golden hill.
G                 B7
You who wish to conquer pain,
           Em                    C/G           B7
You must learn, learn to serve me well.

Em                      C/G
You strike my side by accident
Em         D             Em
As you go down for your gold.
Em                         C/G
The cripple here that you clothe and feed
Em          D           Em
Is neither starved nor cold;
G                         B7
He does not ask for your company,
            Em                       C/G        B7
Not at the centre, the centre of the world.

Em               C/G
When I am on a pedestal,
Em           D         Em
You did not raise me there.
Em                 C/G
Your laws do not compel me
Em          D           Em
To kneel grotesque and bare.
G                  B7
I myself am the pedestal
          Em                     C/G        B7
For this ugly hump at which you stare.

Em                C/G
You who wish to conquer pain,
Em                    D       Em
You must learn what makes me kind;
Em                           C/G
The crumbs of love that you offer me,
Em           D         Em
Theyre the crumbs I've left behind.
G                  B7
Your pain is no credential here,
              Em                   C/G        B7
Its just the shadow, shadow of my wound.

Em               C/G
I have begun to long for you,
Em      D      Em
I who have no greed;
Em               C/G
I have begun to ask for you,
Em    D        Em
I who have no need.
G                     B7
You say you've gone away from me,
          Em                 C/G          B7
But I can feel you when you breathe.

Em                    C/G
Do not dress in those rags for me,
Em          D       Em
I know you are not poor;
Em                          C/G
You don't love me quite so fiercely now
         Em            D        Em
When you know that you are not sure,
G                  B7
It is your turn, beloved,
          Em             C/G       B7
It is your flesh that I wear.