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Tom: C

Cmaj7     C     Cmaj7   C        Em      C 
fourteen years thirty minutes 15 seconds I've 
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held this grudge 
Cmaj7   C    Cmaj7   C                    Em     C  
eleven songs 4 full journals, thoughts of punishment  
Em       C 
I've expended 
 

not in contact not a letter such communication telepathic 
you've been vilified, used as fodder, you deserve a piece of every record  
 

     F                C 
but who's it hurting now? 
F                      C 
Who's the one that's stuck? 
F                   C 
Who's it torturing now  
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with an antique knot in her stomach 
                     C          F 
I want to be big and let go of  
       G                  F 
this grudge that's grown old 
          C              F           G           F 
All this time i've not known how to rest this bygone 
              C           F 
I want to be soft and resolved  
            G       F 
clean of slate and released 
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I want to forgive for the both of us      

Like an abandoned house dusty-covered furniture still intact 
If I visit it now, do I simply re-live it somehow gratuitous 
 

But who's still aching now? 
Who's tired of her own voice? 
Who's it weighing down with no gift from time of said healing 
                     C          F 
I want to be big and let go of  
       G                  F 
this grudge that's grown old 
          C              F           G           F 
All this time i've not known how to rest this bygone 
              C           F 
I want to be soft and resolved  
            G       F 
clean of slate and released 
             Am            G      F   C 
I want to forgive for the both of us      
INTERLUDE: 
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Maybe as i cut the cord veils will lift from my eyes 
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Maybe as i lay this to rest dead  
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weight off my shoulders will rise 
 

Here i sit, much determined ever ill-equipped to draw this curtain 
How this has entertained, validated and has served me greatly ever the victim 
 

But who's done whining now? 
Who's ready to put down 
This load I've carried longer than I had cared to remember 
 

I want to be big and let go of this grudge that's grown old 
For the life of me I've not known how to rest this bygone 
I want to be soft and resolved clean of slate and released 
I want to forgive for the both of us