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This is how I play the song. Suggestions and corrections welcome!
AmEat the young, taste the blood, they don't know a thing abCout us AmShake their bones, throw them out, we make something new out of thCings lost
GI will be the lumberjack and you will be the tAmree AmAnd if you go chasing rabbits then you know you've gone tCoo far AmThe lines in your hands are the map to show you where yCou are
GI will be the boat and you will be the Amsea COh, oh, oh, oh, oh-bo, bo-ah-oh-ah
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-bo, bo-ah-oh-ah G Am C
AmAnd if you would find feelings where there should be nCone AmBury them deep before you do something that can't be Cundone
GI will be the fire and you will be the hAmouse C Am C Am G Am C
AmAnd if you just lay down, I'll fill up those eyes wCith sea AmA cold wind's blowing, the cold wind that came wiCth me
GI will be the forest and you will be the dAmead tree COh, oh, oh, oh, oh-bo, bo-ah-oh-ah COh, oh, oh, oh, oh-bo, bo-ah-oh-ah
G(fAmlutCe sounds) AmEat the young, taste the blood, stab the night with waCter knives AmShake their bones let them know that there are mountains in thCeir eyes
GI will be the lumberjack and you will be the tAmree C Am C Am G Am C