The Avett Brothers - Neapolitan sky

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^GFrom the memory ^GOf the walk ^GFrom the pyramid of ^Ccans to the call ^AmFrom the tender touch of your ^Glips ^AmTo the straps slipping off of ^Gyour hips ^GWhat’s with this moment ^GWhat’s with this feeling ^GWhat’s with January and the ^Clocks on the ^Gdoor ^AmHow do I make my ^Gescape ^AmHow will I find what I’m l^Gooking for ^AmHospitals and ^Clobby lust ^GTruth in ^Emall^Bm of its ^Amdisgust ^AmLove was ^D7never blind ^GBut I was ^AmHospitals and ^Clobby lust ^GTruth in ^Emall^Bm of its ^Amdisgust ^AmLove was ^D7never blind ^GBut I was

^GFrom the paper ^GTo the glue ^GOn them letters ^Cwritten to ^Gyou ^AmFrom the start of the ^Gaffair ^AmThe last touch we would ^Gshare ^GWhat’s with this moment ^GWhat’s with this feeling ^GWhat’s with January and the ^Clocks on the ^Gdoor ^AmHow do I make my ^Gescape ^AmHow will I find what I’m l^Gooking for

^DHospitals an^Cd lobby lust ^GTruth in ^Emall^Bm of its ^Amdisgust ^AmLove was ^D7never blind ^GBut I was

^AmHospitals and ^Clobby lust ^GTruth in ^Emall^Bm of its ^Amdisgust ^AmLove was ^D7never blind ^GBut I was