Jeff Tweedy - Opaline

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^DmO'Op^Falin^Be Make bel^Cieve that you st^Fill love me ^DmO'Op^Falin^Be It's h^Card to see reality When you've got no love at a^Fll

Th^Fere's nothing worse than a hearse driving slow^Am Out ^Gmon the tol^Flway, stopping at the tol^Bls No ch^Fange, no E-Z Pass, what a way to g^Amo The^Gmre's nothing wo^Frse than a hearse driving sl^Bow

^DmO'Op^Falin^Bе Make be^Clievе that you st^Fill love me ^DmO'Op^Fali^Bne It's ha^Crd to see reality When you've got no love at a^Fll

I'^Fd like to find out why she had to go^Am M^Gmy heart wa^Fnts what a heart can't contro^Bl Now I h^Fang in the air as the light gets co^Amld A^Gmnd I hide in her sh^Fadows welcome her ho^Bme

^DmO'Op^Fali^Bne Make be^Clieve that you sti^Fll love me ^DmO'Op^Fali^Bne It's ha^Crd to see reality When you've got no love at a^Fll