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F#When your working is done And you Bbhave nothing left to Ebmlose Why don't you just Abmroll away That Bbmstone that's Bblocked you Ebmup? B
F#When your pattern is full And it Bbfeels like there's no place to Ebmland When will you all Abmrun out of gas? Yeah, it Bbmhappened so fast Leaving Btown for sell to F#pal
F#I recall only nights that we Bbbuilt With our hands and Ebmfeet, making peace With the Abmvoice in our head That Bbmghost just Ebmstop Won't lie Bdead, it just bleeds F# B
F#Let the prophet rebound Let his Bbriddle rub on to my Ebmpride I'm just too Abmhollow inside Let it Bbmecho in Ebmtime just to Abmget it Through my F#head and mouth Through the Bbgorgeous light of the Ebmsun And which I could Abmnever outrun Even Bbif my EbmperditBion were just in F#front B F#
BThe Ebmsun's F#got my Abmshine BThe Ebmsun's F#got my Abmpride BI could F#run but I'd never ELive withBout your F#light
BThe Ebmsun's F#got my Abmshine BThe Ebmsun's F#got my Abmpride BI could F#run but I'd never ELive withBout your F#light
ELive withBout your F#light ELive withBout your F#light E B F# (quiet) Live without your light
When your Bbworking is F#done And you've Bbgot nothing left to Eblose Why don't you just Abroll away That Bbmstone that's Glocked you Bup in your F#blues?
Tab by pscheyer. Please send covers to pscheyer at g mail, i'd love to hear em.