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Chords: Am F G E Seems to work when played along.
Ain't Amno color paint gonna cFover the stains The piGctures on the wall will Eall remain And evAmen though he's home now sFounding safe SurGrounded by the faces thaEt he placed his faith The imAmages visit from the paFst he witnessed CGan't stay away from the Ememories, sticks with eAmach detail embeFdded in stone like hGe chiseled those convictEions into his bones Am the progress stopsF and pauses Gspits and sputters like the bEasement faucets and itAm's obvious he's lost iFn his regrets, you caGn smell it on his breathE
Just repeat through out in a similar fashion Ain't no color paint gonna cover the stains but now the alcohol is gonna mother the pain Tuck it away, no complaints just laying on his back on his backyard under the rain Take tomorrow but doesn't no how though for every swallow there's another to follow He weaves his way throughout the story looking for a new missing piece or a door key Spirits used to be for celebration But now they just take him away from the hell that's waiting Re-up until it's three sheets up and pick a place for the skeletons to meet up Ain't no color paint gonna cover the stains But if the oxygen escapes it'll smother the flames No introduction doesn't speak his own name Gonna beat them demons at they own game The sunset rides to the end slow Same song echoing outside of the window You can't grow if the skin don't fit you Sometimes you gotta get low just to get through No inspiration left to do your best when, nobody hates you more than you're reflection Suffer the shame until it stuffs the drain He's got two hands and a bucket of paint, come on