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C Am F G C
Time takes the years from out of our hides, wait for the belt with bated breath
C Am F G C
And the bait on the line finds a fish in the sea, your teeth take the cake and feed it to me
Am E F G C
I heard from a little bird that you crushed its mama's bones
Am E F G C
Look me in my face, please don't be disgraceful, oh lord, oh please say, say it ain't so
Am E F G C
For 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 you know, it just walks out my door, maybe I shouldn't hold it so tightly anymore
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C Am F G C
Your smoke builds a plume, how it stifles my perfume
C Am F G C
And the paint on the walls of your room, makes for a pretty, makes for a pretty little June
Am E F G C
And I never want to see you, I never want to see you again, but I long to see you soon
Am E F G C
For a heart can be as stark 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, I'm so sure she will be gone by 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
Look me in my face, oh god don't you be a disgrace, oh lord, please say, just say it ain'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 Am
The pennies falling from your hands into the snow