First Aid Kit - The lions roar

^AmNow the pale morning s^Cings of fo^Grgotten t^Amhings ^AmShe plays a tune for those who w^Cish to over^Amlook ^AmThe fact that they've been bl^Cindly deceived by t^Ghose who preach and p^Amray and teach ^AmBut she falls short and the n^Cight explodes in l^Amaughter

^AmBut don't you come here and s^Cay I d^Gidn't warn ^Amyou ^AmAbout the way your w^Corld can a^Amlter ^AmAnd oh how you t^Cry to com^Gmand it all s^Amtill ^AmEvery single time it all shifts one w^Cay or the o^Amther

And I'm a go^Fddamn co^Cward, but then ag^Gain so are ^Amyou And the l^Fion's r^Coar, the l^Gion's r^Amoar Has me ev^Fading and h^Colleri^Gng for ^Amyou And I n^Fever re^Cally k^Gnew what to ^Amdo

^AmWell I guess some^Ctimes I wish you were a li^Gttle more pred^Amictable ^AmThat I could read you j^Cust like a b^Amook ^AmFor now I can o^Cnly guess w^Ghat's coming n^Amext ^AmBy examining your^C timid^G smile ^AmAnd the ways of the o^Cld, old w^Ginds blowing you back 'r^Amound

And I'm a go^Fddamn f^Cool, but then ag^Gain so are ^Amyou And the l^Fion's r^Coar, the l^Gion's r^Amoar Has me se^Feking out and s^Cearchi^Gng for ^Amyou And I ne^Fver re^Cally k^Gnew what to ^Amdo

^DSometimes I wish I^F could find my Ros^Amemary Hill ^DI'd sit there and look at the^F deserted lakes and I'd s^Aming And every o^Fnce in a wh^Cile I'd s^Ging a song for ^Amyou That would r^Fise above the mo^Cuntains and the st^Gars and the ^Amsea And if I wa^Fnted it to it would lead you back to ^Amme

And the l^Fion's r^Coar, the l^Gion's r^Amoar Is some^Fthing that ^CI have he^Gard be^Amfore A chi^Fldren's t^Cale, the lon^Gesome w^Amail ^FOf a l^Cion'^Gs r^Amoar