Sounds Familiar

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                           SOUNDS FM ILIAR - The Weakerthans
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Tabbed by:  lostpanda

Tuning:  standard
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 We emerged from youth all 
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wide-eyed like the rest
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 Shedding skin faster than skin can 
grow
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And armed with hammers, feathers, 
blunt knives
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Words to meet and to define and 
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to, but you must know
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The same games that we played in 
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dirt, in dusty schoolyards
Continues after the ad
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Has found a higher pitch and 
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broader scale
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Than we feared possible, and 
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someone must be picked last
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And one must bruise and one must 
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fail
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And that still twitching bird was 
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so deceived by a window
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So we eulogized fondly, we dug 
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deep and threw
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Its elegant plumage and frantic 
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black eyes in a hole
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And then we rushed out to kill 
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something new, so we could bury 
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that too
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The first chapters of lives almost 
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made us give up altogether
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Pushed towards tired forms of 
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self-immolation
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That seemed so original, I must, 
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we must never stop
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Watching the sky with our hands 
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in our pockets
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Stop peering in windows when we 
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know doors are shut
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Stop yelling small stories and 
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bad jokes and sorrows
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And my voice will scratch to yell 
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many more
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But before I spill the things I 
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mean to hide away
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Or gouge my eyes with platitudes 
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of sentiment
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I'll drown the urge for permanence
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 and certainty
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Crouch down and scrawl my name 
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with yours in wet cement