James Vincent McMorrow - We dont eat

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ption, why ^Gdo I bother at all? There's ^Emnothing to mention, ^C and nothing has ^Gchanged ^C Still I'd rather be^D working for something^Em, than praying for the rain So I ^Cwander on, till ^Dsomeone else is ^Gsaved

I^G moved to the c

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, under a m^Gountain S^Emwam in the oc^Cean, slept on my own^{G C}At dawn I would ^Dwatch the sun, ^Emcut ribbons through the bay I'd re^Cmember all, the th^Dings my mother ^Gwrote

That we don't ^Emeat until your ^Cfather's at the ^Gtable And we don't ^Emdrink until the ^Cdevil's turned to ^Gdust And never ^Emonce has any ^Cman I've met been ^{G D}able ^Emto love So ^Cif I were you, I'd ^D have a little ^Gtrust

T^Gwo thousand yea

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I've been in tha^Gt water T^Emwo thousand yea^Crs, sunk like a^G stone D^Cesperately reac^Dhing for nets that the ^Emfishermen have thrown T^Crying to find a l^Dittle bit o^Gf hope

M^Ge, I was holdin

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ll of my^G secrets soft and hid P^Emages were folde^Cd; then there w^Gas nothing at all S^Co if in the fut^Dure I might^Em, need myself a savior I'll^C remember what was w^Dritten on tha^Gt wall

That we don't ^Emeat until your ^Cfather's at the ^Gtable And we don't ^Emdrink until the ^Cdevil's turned to ^Gdust And never ^Emonce has any ^Cman I've met been ^{G D}able ^Emto love So ^Cif I were you, I'd ^D have a little ^Gtrust

^Dm Am I an honest man and ^Emtrue? Have I been good to you at ^Dmall? Oh I'm so tired of playing these ^Amgames

The ^Gsame old lines, the same old stories of ^F Breathless trains and, worn down glories ^Am Houses burning, worlds that turn ^G On their own

That we don't ^Emeat until your ^Cfather's at the ^Gtable And we don't ^Emdrink until the ^Cdevil's turned to ^Gdust And never ^Emonce has any ^Cman I've met been ^{G D}abl^Eme to love So if ^CI were you my friend ^D Learn to have just a little bit of t^Grust.