[Riff]
(G) (Am) (Em) (C)
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[Intro]
G Am Em C (x2)
[Verse 1]
G Am Em C
Well it would take a mountain of men to move me
G Am Em C
And that would be a long way from the way that you spoke in your head so clearly
G Am Em C
without break or breath or words redefining
G Am Em C G Am
I was stuck on my pride and the skin and the sinking it in and you told me "Wipe your brow,
Em C G Am Em C
clean me off, give me time to figure it out."
[Instrumental]
G Am Em C G
[Chorus]
Am Em C G
Some songs we could sing and never mean it
Am Em C G
Some songs leave a ring and you hate the few who were bold
Am Em C G Am Em C
Some burn up the sleeve and drive too far to remember
[Instrumental]
G Am Em C
[Verse 2]
G Am Em C
well I wasn't lost, I was here. I was three fingers in
G Am Em C
I was the junkyard and the bumper for the few feeling left
G Am Em C G Am Em C
I was the cold nail and the ice on the sheets of the trenched and the soaking wet
G Am Em C
Well it'd be the bit and the reins that broke all the teeth in the mouth
G Am Em C G Am Em C G
and it'd be the whip on the foreskin for the few that had some left to spare
[Chorus]
Am Em C G
Some songs we could sing and never mean it
Am Em C G
Some songs leave a ring and you hate the few who are bold
Am Em C G Am Em C
Some burn up the sleeve and drive too far to remember
[Instrumental]
G Am Em C
G Am Em C
[Outro]
G Am Em C
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G Am Em C
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G Am Em C
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G Am Em C
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