Tired Pony - Point me at lost islands
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Intro : F Am F (x4) F ...
By the look in your down-turned eyes,
you've hAmad enough of Fthese angry Fskies.
I can't wait jAmust like you Fcan't waFit
until we'Amre out, past faFmiliar gatFes.
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Your hands are freezing cold on my face,
just like the wiFnter snow that coverGs up this place.
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Am F F Am F F ...
It's what you wrote in the book's first page.
It's what I've hungered for on that stage.
Those seven words shook the life back in,
so let's just run 'til we lose our breath.
Point me at lost islands. Point me at the sea.
I've love to know the sound of nothing else but you.
Am7 Gsus4 F (x2)
For the life of me, I don't know
whatGsus4 took Fus so long, but here weAm7 are.
StanGsus4ding fFace to face, suddenly Am7
everGsus4ythingF makes sense, at least Am7to me.
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F Am F ...