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Intro:
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A D-A
when the sky was the color of cream,
A E-A
and you started leaving messages on my answering machine
A D-A
telling me that you were way across town and
A E-A
would be home in a night or two.
D A
i started keeping track of my losses.
D A
there were only one or two i couldn't cover.
D A
and up there against the milk while sky i saw
E A
fleeting vestiges of you.
D
the way you vanished gradually
A
has made a bitter man of me.
E
and the way you vanished gradually,
A
has made a bitter man of me.
INTRO
A D-A
where the ocean cleaves the rocks real clean.
A E-A
i dropped my answering machine.
A D A E A
i watched the waves chew it into tiny little pieces of seafoam hissing in the air.
D
in the balance sheet i'd been keeping in my mind
A
i entered two hundred kroners to the left of the debit line.
D A
it was what the machine had cost me.
E A
it was a greater loss than i could bear.
D
i hear the wheels and knobs whirring down to this very day,
A
long after the ocean has washed it all away.
A D
i heard the train go by last night.
A D
and it's a slow train outta here, alright.
A E
but the way you disappeared in slow degrees,
D A
has made a very patient man of me.
yeah.