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[Verse 1]
D        A7sus4             G        D
All your brambles, all your creeping vines
D          A7sus4            G       F#m
All of the trash that people leave behind
         Em         A                 D                G
All your fine, fine columns poking up through the pond scum


[Refrain]
D                           A7sus4         D
We will have uses for these things when we come


[Verse 2]
D             A7sus4            G           D
Cracks in the marble you hauled in from the quarry
D             A7sus4         G         F#m
These will be seen by all in all their glory
Em          A                     D         G
Long hidden shadows of the places they came from


[Refrain]
D                               A7sus4         D
We will bring memories of these things when we come


[Bridge]
F  A            D
      All your abandoned things
C            F          D
   Once fine vestments, statues with wings
F  A                  D                Bm
      They have their uses, every one
G                  A7sus4
   Let me slither across them in the sun


[Verse 3]
D       A7sus4           G                  D
Pale imitations that you brought back from afar
D       A7sus4           G       F#m
We will show them to you as they are
Em               A               D   G
Wind through the ruins, high and lonesome


[Refrain]
D                           A7sus4         D
We will have uses for these things when we come