Capo 5

C                              F      C
Make a cup with your hands to take a drink
C                          F      C
In the same way that your father did
C                           F       C
And throw a stone upon the river's lid
C
Watch the circles take you home

C                            F          C
Blow the smoke and watch it leave your lungs
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And high or not, think of what you've done
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Have you not considered life beneath the thumb?
C
Or flying solo in your home?

C                               F       C
'Cause sometimes it's who, not what you do
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Just because your father did doesn't mean that you should too
C                F    C
I don't want to lose you
C
Don't go away from here

           F        C         G     Am
It's that sinking feeling of being alone
              F            C                         G             Am
And it's the way it makes you screech and pulls the skin off your bones
       F              C                   Am            G
And I can't help but think, as I pick my mouth off the floor;
      C         F            G
Will you still know me in a year?

C                      F    C
Don't you think about your actions?
C                    F    C
Counter-weight dire reactions?
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Zero soul, you're a loser's son
C
But don't you go away from here

C                              F     C
Your mind's a mine-field in a minor way
C                             F        C
Don't just fall in like some mindless stray
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"We're your friends, you see" is what they say
C
Don't you go away from here

                 F        C         G     Am
Yeah, it's that sinking feeling of being alone
              F            C                         G             Am
And it's the way it makes you screech and pulls the skin off your bones
       F              C                   Am            G
And I can't help but think, as I pick my mouth off the floor;
      C         F            G
Will you still know me in a year?

           F        C         G     Am
It's that sinking feeling of being alone
              F            C                         G             Am
And it's the way it makes you screech and pulls the skin off your bones
       F              C                   Am            G
And I can't help but think, as I pick my mouth off the floor;
      C         F            G
Will you still know me in a year?

                 F        C         G     Am
Yeah, it's that sinking feeling of being alone
              F            C                         G             Am
And it's the way it makes you screech and pulls the skin off your bones
       F              C                   Am            G
And I can't help but think, as I pick my mouth off the floor;
      C         F            G
Will you still know me in a year?