Forty Days

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[Verse]
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And it's been forty days
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I've tried forty ways
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You will never quite leave your sins
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 behind
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They'll haunt you, taunt you 'til 
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the day you die
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You will never really go
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You'll just think about it much but
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 you'll need to know
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How the story ends, so you'll sit 
around,
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Even though you should just go
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Tell your friends what you have 
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heard,
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Show them all the lies unlearned
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And when you really go, you will 
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really know you were never meant 
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for earth
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What's it worth?
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If we're gonna break it down with 
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any logic, it's absurd

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[chorus]
        A              G#   E  
And no matter where we go, we 
Em7 Em9 B  C#m  B
are not alone
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When the silence turns to cries of
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 "Why?"
        A       G#    E  Em7 Em9
What a way to begin: we inherit 
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sin
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And nobody's going to quench your 
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thirst when the well runs dry
            Dm
(Well runs dry)
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And nobody's going to hold your 
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hand on the day you die

[Intro]
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[Verse]
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I've tasted seven sins, so they 
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won't let me in
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I knock knock knock until my 
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knuckles are bruised and raw
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Stuck in the middle with my blood
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 in a puddle on the floor
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We made our beds, we'll judge 
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ourselves
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And only then and there will we 
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disappear to our final resting 
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place
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What a waste!
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So many decent people at the gates
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[chorus]
        A              G#   E  
And no matter where we go, we 
Em7 Em9 B  C#m  B
are not alone
          A                G#     
When the silence turns to cries of
     C#m   B
 "Why?"
        A       G#    E  Em7 Em9
What a way to begin: we inherit 
 B  C#m  B
sin
       A                         
And nobody's going to quench your 
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thirst when the well runs dry
            Dm
(Well runs dry)
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And nobody's going to hold your 
G#                   C#m B C#m
hand on the day you die