FROM CHAMBERS, SLOW


INTRO:
G (mess around with bass notes and strum patterns)

VERSE:
G								C
There's a tree in my yard and it killed all the other plants
			G
And showed no remorse
		D				C			G
But even nature's a bitch and that bitch is gonna take her course
	Em
Ooh ooh
	G
Ooh ooh

G							C
It dominates the yard and it doesn't seem right
			G
It played out like that
		D		C				G
But you won't hear me complain 'cos it don't look bad


CHORUS:
			C
Would you trust your life
		Em
To traffic lights
		D
And strangers' hands
		Em
Near every night?
		C
I'll sing in time
			Em
With the crashing cars
			D
And all sounds that carry
		C
To my front yard
C/B	G	G/f#		C	C/B	G	G/F#				
And I will be the one who knows what's coming to me
C		C/B			G		G/f#		G
I'm gonna know, I'll know, I'll know what's coming to me

VERSE:
If I were a ghost, I'd fuck with everybody I know
Shake the walls on each house
And each attic above so keep your ear to the ground

I'd carve "hello" into the rafter with a bent up fork
So you can read it next time
You go up there to push something out of sight and mind

CHORUS x1

	Em
Ooh ooh
	G
Ooh ooh
	Em
Ooh ooh
	D
Ooh ooh

CHORUS #2:
Bullets may fly
From chambers, slow
But straight and steady
So still they go
And weave around
Houses and trees
In search of you
In search of me
And I will be the one who knows what's coming to me
I'm gonna know, I'll know, I'll know what's coming to me


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