Untitled 1

Intro
N.C.
(screeching sounds)

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Verse 1
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  I'll hold the glass filled up with water
                                Bm
You taste the ash and find your daughter
                                 Bm
When trouble changes but it will face
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Just decorate, you're wasting lace
                            A
I sat in dunes from 8 'til 4
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Don't need to hold you anymore
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One hand is pending on your arms
                                Bm
Two hands will surely cause you harm
                            Bm
What could be taking you so long?
                       Bm
It's just a Nile River song
                                Bm
You play the harp, I'll play conductor
                                   A
If no one fights, who will protect her?

A

Chorus
    F#m
But sometimes when we're in grief
                                  A
And you won't be there to hold my hand
F#m
Sometimes my covers reek
                           A
Of old nostalgia left from lovers years ago

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Verse 2
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  Remember Jeremy from here
                              Bm
Looked down on all his fellas singing
                         Bm
He probably won't last a year
                            A
He'll die on welfare, disappear
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My neighbor's dogs destroy my kitten
                               A
Sudden springs the blood she's spittin'
                       A
All over Abby's winter clothes
                        Bm
The bile and the bloody nose
                              Bm
What foreign man will kill my dog?
                                 Bm
I've searched for hunters in the bog
                       Bm
The other day a kettle steamed
                            A
My lover backed off and she screamed

Chorus
    F#m
That sometimes the world's in place
                                  A
And you won't be there to hold my hand
F#m
Sometimes my covers reek
                           A
Of old nostalgia left from lovers years ago

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Verse 3
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  That shepherd's stew was good and tasty
                              Bm
I will be back, you'll tie my waist in
                            Bm
In hours, you will call me friend
                            A
Six centuries, the worst to say
                            A
Into the air my pocket hollers
                            A
I bought a cup for fifteen dollars
                            A
I'm giving lessons in the yard
                                Bm
You said the mutes won't listen to it
                      Bm
I call her liar and I leave
                         A
At night in bed my lover grieves

Chorus
               F#m
And she said, "Sometimes you're just like me
                                  A
But you won't be there to hold my hand"
F#m
Sometimes my covers reek
                           A
Of old nostalgia left from lovers years ago
F#m
Sometimes you're just like me
                                  A
But you won't be there to hold my hand
F#m
Sometimes my covers reek
                           A
Of old nostalgia left from lovers years ago

Instrumental Outro

A  X4

N.C.
(screeching sounds)