• Song:

    Buckets

  • Artist:

    Skybox

  • Album:

    Morning After Cuts

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Song: Buckets
Artist: Skybox
Album: Morning After Cuts

D A G A?

D (xx0232@1)                                                          A (x02220@1)                                    GWell (320003@1)I was sinkin into your veins.  I'm a vessel without a sea.  You can sink me with
you satire, when
            A (x02220@1)                                            D (xx0232@1)                             A (x02220@1)                                            Gyou're (320003@1)tryin to set me free.  Well I can get ya with your hate.  I can get ya with your
rules.  You can fix
                                                      Ame (x02220@1)with your sentiment.  You can break me with your truth.
        D (xx0232@1)                                A (x02220@1)           G (320003@1)                                 A (x02220@1)                   DAnd (xx0232@1)I can bring you a bucket of shame.  To throw your cares away.  All messed up inside.
 And I might
          A (x02220@1)                                        G (320003@1)           Acome (x02220@1)back someday.  When we're old and grey, I come back someday.

Piano ditty - D A G A? (again slower like, perhaps finger pickin or something like that,
whatever floats your boat)

D-A-G-A
Well I can curse you with a chord.  I can heal you when you bleed.  I can fill you with
my logic.  I can kill you with my greed.  And I can bring you a bucket of shame.  To
throw your cares away.  All messed up inside.  And I might come back someday.  When 
we're old an grey, I come back someday.

D (xx0232@1)                                                             A (x02220@1)            B (x2444x@1)                                E?
You're lies are a shelter from the endless rain, on the endless road.  There is no
reason here, we're all
G (320003@1)                       Ainsane, (x02220@1)we're all inspired.

And I can bring you a bucket of shame.  To throw your cares away.  All messed up inside.
 And I might come back someday.  When we're old an grey, I come back someday.

(this might be inaccurate, but it works for me, Bret)
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