F7/CG/C
I'm looking more like my mother
I was so staggering waiting for you
I was so sure my belly bending knees, but nobody cared for more
AmCF
It does no good to talk about anything
It does no good to tell you I'm a wounded fiend
F7/CG/C
It's not the things we discover, it's in the way we try to cover with ground
I'm not a flat fingered dullard I was so sure and never right
AmCF
I was a tongue that's telling you that somebody else is trying
F7/CCEm
And I got no feeling about it at all
In this old season of doubt and love
And I got no reason to bury it here
F7/CG/C
I could fall backwards forever
I could be boxed inside
And living without, well don't blow my cover
It taken years to make a beautiful shroud
AmCF
I got no use in talking about anything
And I could tell you it seems to be a haunting me
It does no good to talk about anything
F7/CCEm (9x)
Whooooa
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