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EmWas losing all my fBmriends. A5
Was losing them to drG5inking and to drivingEm.
Was losing all my Bmfriends, but I A5got them back. G5
EmI am on the mBmend. A5
At least now I can sG5ay that I am trying.
And I Emhope you will fBmorget thinA5gs I still lG5ack.
Yeah. Yeah.
EmBmA5G5EmBmA5G5
EmIs it in you nBmow, A5
G5To bear to hear the truth that you have spoken?
EmTwisted up by knBmaves,
A5To make a trap for fools. G5
EmIs it in you nBmow,
To wA5atch the things you gaG5ve your life to broken?
And stoBmop and build tEmhem up with wA5arn out tools. G5
EmYeah. Bm A5 G5
EmYeah. Bm A5 G5
E5Yeah, B5yeah. (Oh.) G5 A5
EmYeah. Bm G5 A5
EmG5G
EmNothing gets so baBmd,
A whispeA5r from your father coulG5dn't fix it.
He whispers like a bEmridge, it's a river spBmanned.
A5Take all that you hG5ave,
And turn it into something Emyou would miss if
Somebody thrBmew that brick, A5shattered all your plG5ans.
EmYeah. Bm A5 G5
EmYeah. Bm A5 G5
E5Yeah, B5yeah. (Oh.) G5 A5
EmYeah. Bm G5 A5
EmTime to get the seeds into the cold ground.
It takes a while to gD5row aC5nything,
Before it's coG5ming to the end, yGmaj7eah.
EmBefore you put my body in the cold ground,
Take some time to waD5rm it with your haC5nd,
Before it's coG5ming to an end, yGmaj7eah.
Post Chorus: (Arpeggiate) (Words over octave chords)
C° B° A° B° G°
It's coming to an end, yeah.
C° B° A° B° G°
It's coming to an end, yeah.
EmDo you miss the blBmend, A5
Of colors she lG5eft in your black and white field?
DEmo you feel cBmondemned juA5st being there? G5
Post Chorus/Verse:
I aEmm not your frGiend. C
I am just a mB5an who knows how to fEmeel.
I am not your Gfriend.
I'm not your lA7over.
I'm not your fEmamily.
EmYeah. Bm A5 G5
EmYeah. Bm A5 G5
E5Yeah, B5yeah. (Oh.) G5 A5
EmYeah. Bm G5 A5
EmTime to get the seeds into the cold ground.
It takes a while to gD5row aC5nything,
Before it's coG5ming to the end, yGmaj7eah.
End on: Em
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