Mary Gauthier - Sweet words

I^G don't trust my e^Dyes any m^Gore They don't know w^Dhat they're looking f^Gor T^Chinking back on what they didn't s^Gee I think my e^Dyes were blind^Ging me

S^Come people never really l^Gove T^Chey don't mean the sweet words t^Ghey say O^Cther people can't see the tr^Guth I didn't k^Dnow I was that w^Gay I didn't k^Dnow I was that w^Gay

I don't trust my e^Dars anym^Gore They don't know w^Dhat to listen f^Gor T^Chey don't hear the spirit for the so^Gund My ears only se^Drve to bring me d^Gown

S^Come people never really l^Gove T^Chey don't mean the sweet words they s^Gay Ot^Cher people can't hear the tr^Guth I didn't k^Dnow I was that w^Gay I didn't k^Dnow I was that w^Gay

And I don't trust my h^Deart anym^Gore It's busted open, bru^Dised, beat up and s^Gore E^Cven while it's limping 'round in p^Gain All it wants to do is r^Deach for you ag^Gain

^CI don't trust my e^Cyes, ^CI don't trust my e^Gars ^CI can't trust my he^Cart, it li^Ded to me for ye^Gars

S^Come people never really l^Gove T^Chey don't mean the sweet words they s^Gay O^Cther people won't accept the t^Gruth I didn't k^Dnow I was that w^Gay Didn't k^Dnow I was that w^Gay