Emmy the Great - Paper forest in the afterglow of rapture

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^AmYou're not unlucky, you're j^Fust not very smart T^Chese things will never leave you - they're as ^Gclose as you can get T^Amo a blueprint for the fut^Fure - but you can call it ^Cfate. ^G It's like these ^Amdays I have to write down almost e^Fvery thought I've held, So s^Ccared I am becoming of for^Ggetting how it felt, And^Am these fears they will unravel me ^Fone day, But still I am af^Craid. ^G

^AmBut I'm blesse^Fd - Just to ^Cbe, more or l^Gess - ^AmStanding in the afterglow of r^Fapture with the words the rapture l^Ceft ^{G Am}Oh blessed^F - Just to ^Cbe, more or l^Gess - ^AmStanding in the afterglow of r^Fapture with the words the rapture le^Cft. ^G

Now you're ^Amblessed amongst all women, Now a ^Fman who's very good, He t^Cells you how you feel until your l^Gife is understood, And he ^Amleads you through it arm in arm as t^Fhough There was a map to guide the ^Cway. ^G Now you wr^Amite because you love him, now you w^Frite because he's kind, You wr^Cite so much, you look up and you w^Grote yourself behind, And you're ^Amstanding in a labyrinth of ^Fpaper and the map has been e^Crased. ^G

But you'r^Ame blessed^F - Just to ^Cbe, more or l^Gess - S^Amtanding in the afterglow of ra^Fpture with the words the rapture l^Ceft. ^G Are you^Am blessed^F? Just to ^Cbe, more or le^Gss? Now you're^Am standing in the afterglow of r^Fapture, but there is no rapture l^Ceft. ^G

Oh c^Amome, and we will celebrate the t^Fhings that make us real, The th^Cings that break us open, and the ^Gthings that make us feel Like these ^Amaccidental meetings up and pa^Frtings of the way Are not so much our c^Choice but in the blood of how we're ^Gmade, It's like the ^Amway I have to write down almost e^Fverything I see, So that the r^Cecord does obscure the thing the r^Gecord used to be, And I ^Amknow I'm not unlucky, I was ^Fjust born this w^Cay. ^G But I'm ^Amble^Fss^Ced^G.

Now a p^Amaper forest grows up in the su^Fpermarket aisles, The b^Caby born with teeth looks at its ^Gmother and it smiles, And we al^Aml fall down Like wind blows throug^Fh the paper forest^C. ^G And a ^Ampaper forest grows up in the ^Fsupermarket aisles, The b^Caby born with teeth looks at its ^Gmother and smiles, And we al^Aml fall down As wind blows through^F the paper forest.^{C G} And a p^Amaper forest grows up in the s^Fupermarket aisle Alar^Cm clock fingers turn they're counting s^Geconds like they're miles And you say^Am, "wake up now, 'cause I ca^Fn see no paper for^Cest.