Tom: C
C G C G Am Am
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A | --3---------------3---------------0-------3-2------0-------3-2------------- |
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F G C C
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A | -----3-3-3-3-----5-5-5-5--3--3-3-3-3--3--3-3-3-3--------------------------- |
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C Am F G C
Time takes the years from out of our hides, wait for the bells with bated breath
C Am F G C
And the bait on the line finds a fish in the sea, teeth take the cake and strawberry sweets
Am E F G C
I heard from a baby bird that you crushed it's momma's bones
Am E F G C
Look me in my face, don't you be disgraceful, oh lord, oh please say, say it ain't so
Am E F G C
I'm immune, I'm immune to no one, love is a luxury that I can't quite afford
Am E F G C
I call it by name and it walks out my door, perhaps I shouldn't hold it so tightly anymore
Intro: C G C G Am Am F G C C
C Am F G C
The smoke builds a plume, how it stifles my perfume
C Am F G C
And the paint on the walls in your room , make for a pretty, make this a pretty little june
Am E F G C
And I never wanna see you, I never wanna see you again, but I long to see you soon
Am E F G C
For a heart, it is as dark and sad as a single laugh in a funeral parlor
Am E F G C
And my argument is as senseless as picking up pennies, picking up pennies from the snow
Am E F G C
And loneliness, she can be a whore, I take her to bed and I'm sure she won't be there in the morning
Am E F G C
Oh lord, what more could we be for, than the bangles on your wrist?
Am E F G C
Oh lord, what more could we be for, than the tangles in your hair?
Am E F G C
Oh lord, what more could we be for, than to be the colors of your eyes?
Am E F G C
Oh lord, what more could we be for, than the notches, the notches of your spine?
Am E F G C
Look me in my face, don't you be disgraceful, oh lord, oh please say it isn't so
Am E F G C
What more, what more could we be for, than the change clanging in your pockets?
F G Am
The pennies falling from your hands into the snow
F G C
The pennies falling from your hands into the snow
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