D#mB
I was a brakeman, the sharpest of all them
A#D#m
Hoping to be there and it good
D#mB
I was a bum rush, and pardon the self lust
A#D#m
It wasn’t always understood
D#mBA#D#m
I was a combing I comb every shoreline, I wanted to damage just a few
F#C#
Hoping our timing won’t be swift enough
BD#m
And they’ll carry us away. And they’ll carry us away
D#mB
I was a cold one, colder than ever,
A#D#m
Did you feel the chill I left on you
D#mB
Now back on the brake lines and steeper than I climb
A#D#m
Well if there’s one well it be you
C#BF#D#m
Take your rind, take your fall and laying your trap for me
C#BF#D#m
Take this wig up off my head it did what it had to do
C#BF#D#m
It runs back, straight and true and leaving no more
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