Tom: Am
Am
There is nowhere left to hide.
G
There is nothing to be done.
F
No people to be saved.
Am G
No pets were never named-forty miles from the
Am
sun.
Am
As darkness craves the mind.
G
We'll come undone without our pride.
F
No time on earth to come.
Am G
All the pleasures just begun-forty miles from
G
the sun.
Am
In our coats beneath the layers.
G
Wash my skin of all the hate.
F
We should sleep in late.
Am G
Everything just kind of grates-forty miles from
Am
the sun.
Am
I need to loose to make it right.
G
I'll confront the stars tonight. I
F
will babble I will bite.
Am
You'll never know how much you shine-forty
G Am
miles from the sun.
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