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G A7 | G A7 | ||
- | i leave the house as soon as it gets light outside | + | I leave the house as soon as it gets light outside |
C G | C G | ||
- | like a prisoner breaking out of jail | + | Like a prisoner breaking out of jail |
G A7 | G A7 | ||
- | and i steal down to business 15-501 | + | And I steal down to business 15-501 |
C G | C G | ||
- | like i had a bounty hunter on my tail | + | Like I had a bounty hunter on my tail |
D | D | ||
- | and somebody stops to pick me up | + | And somebody stops to pick me up |
C | C | ||
- | but he drops me off just down the block | + | But he drops me off just down the block |
G Em | G Em | ||
- | and along the highway | + | And along the highway |
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- | where the empty spirits breed | + | Where the empty spirits breed |
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- | wild sage growing in the weeds | + | Wild sage growing in the weeds |
+ | Walk down the soft shoulder and I count my steps | ||
+ | Headed vaguely eastward, sun in my eyes | ||
+ | And I lose my footing and I skin my hands breaking my fall | ||
+ | And I laugh to myself and look up at the skies | ||
+ | And then I think I hear angels in my ears | ||
+ | Like marbles being thrown against a mirror | ||
- | + | And along the highway | |
- | walk down the soft shoulder and i count my steps | + | Where unlucky stray dogs bleed |
- | + | Wild sage growing in the weeds | |
- | headed vaguely eastward, sun in my eyes | + | |
- | + | ||
- | and i lose my footing and i skin my hands breaking my fall | + | |
- | + | ||
- | and i laugh to myself and look up at the skies | + | |
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- | + | ||
- | + | ||
- | and then i think i hear angels in my ears | + | |
- | + | ||
- | like marbles being thrown against a mirror | + | |
- | + | ||
- | and along the highway | + | |
- | + | ||
- | where unlucky stray dogs bleed | + | |
- | + | ||
- | wild sage growing in the weeds | + | |
F C | F C | ||
- | and somedays | + | And somedays |
G F | G F | ||
- | and somedays | + | And somedays |
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- | somedays i think i'd feel better if i tried harder | + | Somedays I think I'd feel better if I tried harder |
- | C | + | C |
- | most days i know it's not true | + | Most days I know it's not true |
+ | I lay down right where I felt cold grass in my face | ||
+ | And I hear the traffic like the rhythm of the tides | ||
+ | And I stare at the scrape on the heel of my hand | ||
+ | Till it doesn' | ||
+ | And when somebody asks if I'm okay | ||
+ | I don't know what to say | ||
- | + | And along the highway | |
- | i lay down right where i felt cold grass in my face | + | From cast off innumerable seeds |
- | + | Wild sage growing in the weeds | |
- | and i hear the traffic like the rhythm of the tides | + | |
- | + | ||
- | and i stare at the scrape on the heel of my hand | + | |
- | + | ||
- | til it doesn' | + | |
- | + | ||
- | + | ||
- | + | ||
- | and when somebody asks if i'm ok | + | |
- | + | ||
- | i don't know what to say | + | |
- | + | ||
- | and along the highway | + | |
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- | from cast off innumerable seeds | + | |
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- | wild sage growing in the weeds | + | |
F | F | ||
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