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Tabbed by:  lostpanda


Tuning:  standard
     D5   A5   B5  G5
e | ---2---------------------------------------------------------------------- | 
B | -------2---3---0---------------------------------------------------------- | 
G | -------------------------------------------------------------------------- | 
D | ---0---------------------------------------------------------------------- | 
A | -------0---2-------------------------------------------------------------- | 
E | ---------------3---------------------------------------------------------- | 


D5     A5                    B5                 G5
 We emerged from youth all wide-eyed like the rest
D5         A5    B5          G5
 Shedding skin faster than skin can grow
    D5                   A5
And armed with hammers, feathers, blunt knives
B5                G5             D5            A5        B5
Words to meet and to define and to, but you must know
    D5                  A5                  B5               G5
The same games that we played in dirt, in dusty schoolyards
            D5                A5       B5    G5
Has found a higher pitch and broader scale
     D5         A5             B5              G5
Than we feared possible, and someone must be picked last
    D5                   A5        B5
And one must bruise and one must fail
    D5                    A5             B5          G5
And that still twitching bird was so deceived by a window
      D5         A5          B5           G5
So we eulogized fondly, we dug deep and threw
    D5       A5           B5            G5             D5
Its elegant plumage and frantic black eyes in a hole
            A5             B5             G5                D5         A5
And then we rushed out to kill something new, so we could bury that too
          B5          G5            D5            A5       B5
The first chapters of lives almost made us give up altogether
D5              A5              B5        G5
Pushed towards tired forms of self-immolation
     D5           A5         B5            G5
That seemed so original, I must, we must never stop
D5            A5            B5           G5
Watching the sky with our hands in our pockets
     D5          A5               B5             G5
Stop peering in windows when we know doors are shut
     D5             A5           B5            G5
Stop yelling small stories and bad jokes and sorrows
    D5             A5               B5
And my voice will scratch to yell many more
G5          D5                  A5         B5        G5
But before I spill the things I mean to hide away
   D5                  A5             B5          G5
Or gouge my eyes with platitudes of sentiment
     D5                  A5              B5          G5
I'll drown the urge for permanence and certainty
       D5                  A5                  B5 G5       D5
Crouch down and scrawl my name with yours in wet cement
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