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C E Am F G
When the sleepy hearts crawl, and the effort gets too much
C E Am F G
hang your memories on the wall, drape that sentimental crush
C E Am F G
and get it right the fuck out, that sentimental slush
C E Am F G
when the sleepy hearts call, don't forget to keep in touch
C E Am G
and hang the memories on the wall
C Em
gathering dust, gathering dust
C F
gathering dust, gathering dust
C Em C F
just gathering dust
C E Am F G
meals on wheels, fast food without a doubt
C E Am F G
I had to eat them all myself, because the housebound had gone out
C E Am F G
they said it's not that we're ungrateful, but must you always know our whereabouts
C E Am
you nail our memories to the wall
C Em
gathering dust, gathering dust
C F
gathering dust, gathering dust
C Em C F
just gathering dust
F G Em Am
so let the bells ring loud and clear
F G Em Am
shake them free from rust
F G Em Am
you've got so much left to share
F G
but there's no-one that you can trust
C Em C F
C Em C F
C E Am F G
three in a bed, tired eyes and sleepy heads
C E Am F G
well i woke up in a sweat, i felt the future's silent thrust
C E Am F G
and saw it all too clear, however fast or far you run
C E Am F G
well all you are and all you've loved, dissolving into slush
C E Am G
so when the sleepy hearts crawl
C Em
gathering dust, gathering dust
C F
gathering dust, gathering dust
C Em C F
just gathering dust
F G Em Am
so don't bother with a clever message
F G Em Am
we're off to another song
F G Em Am
there's no keeping up with the bitter springs
F G
by the time that you're ready we'll be long gone
C F G C
C F Dm Am G
C F
Jordan throws a party page three in braille
G C
and tore fresh botox on a rusty nail
C F
the prison band were there and they began to wail
Dm Am G
dazzled by the range of the drugs on sale
C F
why would i start a thing just to fail
G C
and i never took detox for the holy grail
C F
i ain't ever going back to jail
Dm Am G
i want the air in my hair the wind in my sail
C F
old suits car boots commemorative busts
G C
decorative fluff just gathering dust
C F
nostalgic reminders keep piling up beside us
Dm Am G C F G
do best to never let them get a nose in front of you
C C F Dm
just gathering
Am G C
just gathering dust
