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DSad as a painted Aclown,D a beautiful boy in an Augly town but Dwhen your circus cAloses down don't Dwalk away from Ame Dyou've been asleep too lAong, the Dbirds are bruises Ain the dawn the Dpounds of flesh between us Astretch as Dfar as you can Asee
A Muted A C But all you ever do is walk away and I know if you'd only go slow
you could Asee what it means to be Cmaking the scene with me A Muted A C But all you ever do is walk away and I think if you tried you could find a little Atime for the life I can sCee in your eyes, don't Ago.C Don't Ago.
DSometimes you just Aexplode and Dno one alive can Abreak your code DYou have a language Aof your own, Dan unconnected Aroad DThe people you called your Afriends, the Dplaces you won't Ago again The Ddecades lost in Afinding them, you'll Dhave to let them Ago.
A Muted A C But all you ever do is walk away and I know if you'd only go slow
you could Asee what it means to be Cmaking the scene with me A Muted A C But all you ever do is walk away and I think if you tried you could find a little Atime for the life I can sCee in your eyes, don't Ago.C Don't Ago.
Tabbed by: Bryan Brooks