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Stitches ukulele

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Intro: G#m E (x2)

Verse 1:
      G#m
Every hour is a season
      E
Every minute lasts a day
      G#m
So I sit here picking stitches
       E
I find comfort in decay
       F#              E
How I long to fill my lungs

Chorus (no words):

G#m E B F# (x2)

Verse 2:
                        G#m
So tell me how does it feel to,
  E
Breathe air cold and clean
        G#m                                  E
'Cause I've been living on my knees since I was seventeen
               F#                 E
Thought I was safe beneath the smoke,
                F#              E
But even under cover I still choke

Chorus:

         G#m                    E            B
Well my wings were clipped and even if they weren't
               F#
(Even if they weren't)
             G#m               E               B
I've not the guts to fly and leave behind the Earth
                  F#
(Leave behind the Earth)
            G#m          E
There's no poetry in my soul,
        B                 F#
Just a list of lies I've told,
       G#m                 E            B   F#
And I don't know how much longer I can hold on.

Solo bridge: G#m E G#m F# E G#m E F# (not sure about that, I just leaned on the bass tab from UG)

G#m                  E
Poetry, in my soul. List of lies, that I've told... (x2)

Chorus (two times, second time quietly, almost whispering):

         G#m                    E            B
Well my wings were clipped and even if they weren't
               F#
(Even if they weren't)
             G#m               E               B
I've not the guts to fly and leave behind the Earth
                  F#
(Leave behind the Earth)
            G#m          E
There's no poetry in my soul,
        B                 F#
Just a list of lies I've told,
       G#m                 E            B   F#
And I don't know how much longer I can hold on.

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