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Chapter Eleven - Canoes To Campfires chords

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An amazing song by an amazing band :D

Intro:

G///|D///|Em///|C///

Verse and chorus:

Em///|C///|G///|D///

other bits in between:

Em7///|Cadd9///|G///|Dsus4///

Lyrics:

Sat atop a monument in the city that took me in, 
But, give it a week, and I’ll be on the road again 
A road I’ve travelled, unravelled, and searched hardest to find 
Some distraction, or passion, if only for one night. 
I prayed for some redemption for my beat-up leather shoes, 
Watched that bus roll out of Kingsway, 
Then squashed in next to you, 
And I saw tail lights all that night, as you made my arm your rest 
In that tiny Fiat Panda, as it made its way out West. 
In tired, tipsy dialects we sang, 
As we welcomed in the small hours, watched the sun come up again. 

Well, you can have your anger, 
‘Cause I still have my pride, 
It’s just a crying shame that I’m to blame 
For fucking up your life. 
I don’t know where the time has gone, 
But I can tell you this, 
Sometimes the best of us get tarred and feathered 
When we mess with stupid kids. 

I’m not one for lamentations, and I don’t sing the blues, 
But when you’re faced with contradictions, 
Then you’re forced to pick and choose 
As we’re bound for life, bound for strife, for a world dimly-perceived, 
We’ll keep on and on that road again, in the Spirit of the Beat. 
If I could take that trip once more, if I could take it back 
If you’d be my Moriarty, I could be your Kerouac 
I’ve been levelled, dishevelled, and stayed up all night long 
Over-arguing the splitting hairs with the girl who did you wrong. 
Back in that ancient month of May, 
When the synapses were firing, and death was far away. 

Sat atop a monument of a heart ripped clean away, 
I’ve watched the world turn, as it’s watched me stay the same 
With a confession, a lesson, the beginnings of a song 
About a girl who lives in Swansea, a girl who’s been and gone. 

Rwy’n dy golli di, my dear, 
As you’re twisting on the wind, 
I can only watch you disappear.

enjoy :D
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