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+ (F4)- (F2)Intro: Bm G D G D Bm
G
She lifts her skirt up to her knees
D
Walks through the garden rows with her bare feet, laughing
G
I never learned to count my blessings
D
I choose instead to dwell in my disasters
Bm
Walk on down the hill
F#
Through the grass grown tall and brown
G D
And still it's hard somehow to let go of my pain
Bm
On past the busted back
F#
Of this old and rusted Cadillac
G D
That sinks into this field collecting rain
A G Bm F#
Will I always feel this way
D A G Bm F#
So empty, so estranged
( Bm )
G
Of these cutthroat busted sunsets,
D
These cold and damp white mornings I have grown weary
G
If through my cracked and dusty dimestore lips
D
I spoke these words out loud would no one hear me
Bm
Lay your blouse across the chair
F#
Let fall the flowers from your hair
G D
And kiss me with that country mouth so plain
Bm F#
Outside the rain is tapping on the leaves
To me it sounds like they're
G D
applauding us, the quiet love we make
A G Bm F#
Will I always feel this way
D A G Bm F#
So empty, so estranged
( Bm G D G D Bm )
G
Well I looked my demons in the eyes
D
Laid bare my chest said do your best and destroy me
G
See I've been to hell and back so many times
D
I must admit you kind of bore me
Bm
There's a lot of things that can kill a man
F#
There's a lot of ways to die
G D
Yes and some already dead who walk beside you
Bm
There's a lot of things I don't understand
F#
Why so many people lie
G D
Well it's the hurt you hide that fuels the fires inside you
A G Bm F#
Will I always feel this way
D A G Bm F# Bm
So empty, so estranged
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