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Intro: E5 D5 (I like to mute the low E string. - alexmk) Riff 1 Take my sword from the D5 slaughter. Riff 1 Melt it down into v D5 apor, and my armor,E5 too. D5 I Riff 1 hear hot blood flap and fl D5 utter Riff 1 from your temple to the sh D5 oulder, and all through y E5 ou. D5 Palm mute this part When you D hold on to me it isn’t C easy. When you D hold on to me isn’t C fair. But when D there’s no key, C oh you find me G there, find me D there, find me C there. Bb A G 2x Em E5 D5 2x I’m turning white, I’m leaves of paper. Turn my hands from this labor and lift me through. When you hold on to me it isn’t easy, but you should hold on to me. It isn’t fair, but when there’s no key you find me there, find me there, find me there. Bb A G 3x And Bb kids get lost, A lambs out wandering. And G bigger, blacker things come calling from outside a tiny garden somebody once laid their hearts on. And kids get lost, and kids get broken. And their diaries get found and opened. And their legs get led astray, and then they lie inside some secret place where the sun looks in the open ceiling. And kids grow up, and kids stop feeling kids, and feel adults, and face away. But in last love dreams, the lost and passed out of this world are softly sighing. They’re trying to decide if they should leave the things that keep them up crying. And some will rise and keep on living with open eyes, with minds forgiven. The river’s flowing is arrested and resumed after they’ve blessed it over and over and over and over and over and over, and over again. (It’s over.)