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SOUNDS FAMILIAR - The Weakerthans
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Tabbed by: lostpanda
Email: kylelostpanda@yahoo.com
Tuning: standard
D A Bm G
e|---2----------------------------------------------------------------------|
B|-------2---3---0----------------------------------------------------------|
G|--------------------------------------------------------------------------|
D|---0----------------------------------------------------------------------|
A|-------0---2--------------------------------------------------------------|
E|---------------3----------------------------------------------------------|
D A Bm G
We emerged from youth all wide-eyed like the rest
D A Bm G
Shedding skin faster than skin can grow
D A
And armed with hammers, feathers, blunt knives
Bm G D A Bm
Words to meet and to define and to, but you must know
D A Bm G
The same games that we played in dirt, in dusty schoolyards
D A Bm G
Has found a higher pitch and broader scale
D A Bm G
Than we feared possible, and someone must be picked last
D A Bm
And one must bruise and one must fail
D A Bm G
And that still twitching bird was so deceived by a window
D A Bm G
So we eulogized fondly, we dug deep and threw
D A Bm G D
Its elegant plumage and frantic black eyes in a hole
A Bm G D A
And then we rushed out to kill something new, so we could bury that too
Bm G D A Bm
The first chapters of lives almost made us give up altogether
D A Bm G
Pushed towards tired forms of self-immolation
D A Bm G
That seemed so original, I must, we must never stop
D A Bm G
Watching the sky with our hands in our pockets
D A Bm G
Stop peering in windows when we know doors are shut
D A Bm G
Stop yelling small stories and bad jokes and sorrows
D A Bm
And my voice will scratch to yell many more
G D A Bm G
But before I spill the things I mean to hide away
D A Bm G
Or gouge my eyes with platitudes of sentiment
D A Bm G
I'll drown the urge for permanence and certainty
D A Bm G D
Crouch down and scrawl my name with yours in wet cement