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Bright Eyes - Oh, You are the Roots That Sleep Beneath my Feet and Hold the Earth in Place
CI met you through a common friAmend in the attiFc of my parent'sC house and thougCh I didn't know it thAmen I sFoon was finding out G you are the roots Amthat sleep beneath my feeFt and holCd the earth in place G each time a faucet Amopens Fwords are spoken the watCer runs awGay and I hFear your name no, notChing has changed C Am F C there wasC this book I read and Amloved the stoFry of a ship C who sailCed around the world and fAmound that notFhing else exists G beyond his own twoAm sails and woodenF shell and whaCt is held within G all else is suAmre to pass we clutcFh and grasp and debCate what's truly permanent G but when the wind starFts to shift there's no Cargument
[Interlude]
I sCing and drink and sleep on flAmoors and trFy hard not to be annoyGed by alCl these peoplAme worrying aFbout me so when I'm sufferinCg through some awful drive Am you occasionaFlly cross my mGind it's my hiddCen hope that you are stAmill among them F
well are you? [Interlude]
Oh, you are the roots tAmhat sleep beneath my feet F and holdC the earth in place G each time a curtaiAmn opens Fsunlight pours in a lifCetime meltsG away and we shFare a name on some picturCesque grave