Marrowbone Lane

|Bm  |F#7  |G  |D A |
|Bm  |F#7  |G  |D A |

[Verse]
               Bm         
Let's take a shortcut down 
             F#7
Marrowbone Lane.
       G                        
No, I don't sit in traffic these 
   D       A
days.
                Bm                 
'Cause when my sirens flash loud 
    F#7
and cold
 G                      D       A
cars break from their moulds.


[Bridge]
                G            D 
These are the things that I know 
   Bm       A     G
will not let me go.
                G            D 
These are the things that I know 
   Bm       A     G        A   D
shape the edges of that old soul.


[Chorus]
D            A
  What am I like?
           Bm
What am I like?
           G          A
Pouring myself out into the night.
D            A
  What am I like?
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           Bm
What am I like?
           A                       
Pouring myself out, myself out into
      D
 the night.


[Verse]
Bm                                
I've seen old couples hold hands, 
        F#7
they're just like cobbled roads.
    G              D       A
I wonder how they cope.
Bm                                
They spew old stories, oh you know
                F#7
 that they're just like chimney 
smoke.
       G                        D 
They told me everything that I 
              A
ever wanted to know.


[Bridge]
                G            D 
These are the things that I know 
   Bm       A     G
will not let me go.
                G            D 
These are the things that I know 
   Bm       A     G        A   D
shape the edges of that old soul.


[Chorus]
D            A
  What am I like?
           Bm
What am I like?
           G          A
Pouring myself out into the night.
D            A
  What am I like?
           Bm
What am I like?
           A                       
Pouring myself out, myself out into
      D
 the night.


[Otro]
D                F#7
Sometimes you're high.
                  Bm
Sometimes you're low.
               G           A
Sometimes I'm sick to the back of my
 throat.
D                           F#7  
They say when you lose everything
                       Bm      A  
 they can hurt you no more.
  G

           D           F#7
But I say I'm okay as long as you're
 okay.
Bm           G             A
I'm okay as long as you're okay.
D           F#7              Bm
I'm okay as long as you're okay.
         G      A             D
And I'll say it every single day.