capo 3, standard tuningG Am Em CWell it would take a mountain of men to move meAnd that would be a long way from the way that you spoke and your head so clearlywithout break or breath words redefiningI was stuck on my pride and the skin and the sinking it in you told me wipe your browclean me off give me time to figure it outsome songs we could sing and never mean itsome songs lay the rain and you hate the few who are boldsome burn up the sleeve and drive too far to rememberwell I wasn't lost, I was here I was three fingers inI was the junkyard and the bumper for the few feeling leftI was the cold man and the ice on the sheets of the trenched and the soaking wetWell id be the bit and the rains that broke all the teeth in the mouthand id be the whip on the foreskin for the few that had some left to sparesome songs we could sing and never mean itsome songs lay the rain and you hate the few who are boldsome burn up the sleeve and drive too far to rememberAAAAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAAAAH
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