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G
She lifts her skirt up to her knees
Walks through the garden rows with 
                 D
her bare feet, laughing
         G
I never learned to count my 
blessings
I choose instead to dwell in my 
  D
disasters

Bm
Walk on down the hill
         F#
Through the grass grown tall and 
brown
               G                   
And still it's hard somehow to let 
          D
go of my pain
Bm
On past the busted back
        F#
Of this old and rusted Cadillac
       G                  
That sinks into this field 
            D
collecting rain

         A   G    Bm   F#
Will I always feel this way
   D  A   G    Bm   F#
So empty, so estranged

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G
Of these cutthroat busted sunsets,
These cold and damp white mornings I
        D
 have grown weary
               G
If through my cracked and dusty 
dimestore lips
I spoke these words out loud would 
        D
no one hear me

Bm
Lay your blouse across the chair
      F#
Let  fall the flowers from your hair
      G                            
And  kiss me with that country 
    D
mouth so plain
Bm                                
Outside the rain is tapping on the
  F#
 leaves

To me it sounds like they're
    G                           
applauding us, the quiet love we 
  D
make

         A   G    Bm   F#
Will I always feel this way
   D  A   G    Bm   F#
So empty, so estranged


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         G
Well I looked my demons in the eyes
Laid bare my chest said do your best
        D
 and destroy me
          G
See I've been to hell and back so 
many times
                          D
I must admit you kind of bore me

Bm
There's a lot of things that can 
kill a man
           F#
There's a lot of ways to die
          G                        
Yes and some already dead who walk 
  D
beside you
            Bm
There's a lot of things I don't 
understand
         F#
Why so many people lie
                  G             
Well it's the hurt you hide that 
                    D
fuels the fires inside you

         A   G    Bm   F#
Will I always feel this way
   D  A   G    Bm   F#  Bm
So empty, so estranged