Sand

C           G
I'd like to believe,
Am                     G
In one thing that you say to me.
C                  G
Would you like, to leave?
       Am
When I try to talk it off,
     G
Just turns out to be.

[Chorus]
C          G
Turn on the stove,
       Am                         G
In the little tiny rooms that our friend calls a home.
C                  G
My head fills with heat,
         Am                     G     F
From the knife in your hand to mine

[Verse 2]
C               G
I'd like to understand,
         Am                      G
What you think about and why it seems so bad.
C          G
It's only escape,
          Am                        G
From everything I know I'm weak; I Know that I'm sad.

[Chorus]
C           G
Turn on the stove,
       Am                         G
In the little tiny rooms that our friend calls a home.
C                  G
My head fills with heat,
         Am                    G    F
From the knife in your hand to mine

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Sand.