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Burying Confessions Bm7
It's been a long, long winEter. Seems like months IA've been on the road. Interstate inspiEration, dashboard's so Bm7cold. My thoughts overcomeE me They escape this Acheap motel ball point pen I guess therEe's too much - tBm7o be said - not Ewritten
Not a day goes Eby where I don't think I'll mAiss her very much And not an hour Apasses where I don't curse hBm7er name Now she's in MoEntana spending time with hAer friends And I'm in midtown subEway station Praying forBm7 the F train.
AI've seen a million faces ESold a few souls B7Broke a few hearts - so I've been tEold. ASometimes I get the feeling I need to riEght all my wrongs F#m7Instead of burying my conB7fessions in these sAongs
(SAME CHORDS AS EARLIER) But I can't help but wonder When it's all said and done Will I be begging St. Peter To overlook all my wrongs. I tried to leave the world Better than when it found me. And so I'm longing for home And the love of my family. CHORUS