Tall Ships - Petrichor

^EDon't bel^Bieve me when I s^Aay I'm sorry ^EI don't mean ^Banything I ^Asay ^EA faithless ^Bface amongst ^Afaceless faces ^EA bad dec^Bision made in ^Agood faith

^EI'm cold to ^Ball illu^Astrious distractions ^ELost to ^Blove, work and ^Aplay ^EStuck in my ^Bown world of ^Apallid abstractions ^EForcing ^Bout these things to ^Asay

^E'Cause I was ^Blost when I ^Acalled you mother ^EI didn't ^Brealise you felt the^A same ^EAnd I was ^Bdrunk when I ^Acalled you father ^EBut no, you're ^Bnot to ^Ablame

'Cause I ^G#mdid this ^Ato my^Bself No I^C#m can't blame ^Banybody ^Aelse And when the ^G#mphotographs that ^Aline your ^Bshelves Bel^C#mong to s^Bomebody ^Aelse Y

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ou know it's time for change

^ESo please for^Bgive me for my ^Aboring stories ^EI've never ^Bfelt that much ^Aat all ^EJust floated ^Bthrough life ^Achasing money ^EA sack full ^Bof meat and ^Abone

^EAnd with every ^Bstart all I see is the ^Afinishing line ^EEvery new begi^Bnning I just ^Asee the end ^EAnd I'll b^Bite the loving ^Ahand that's fed me ^ETime and ^Btime a^Again

'Cause I ^G#mdid this ^Ato my^Bself No I ^C#mcan't blame ^Banybody ^Aelse The p^G#mhotographs that l^Aine your s^Bhelves Bel^C#mong to s^Bomebody ^Aelse

And in ^G#mthis on^Amaj7going ^Bwar My f^C#m7avourite smell is ^Bpetric^Amaj7hor The ^G#mscent straight ^Amaj7after r^Bain An ill^C#m7usion of beg^Binning a^Amaj7gain