Cut Myself Of

 Am       Bm
You fall around these thoughts
  Am      Bm
Where you made me come, dear
   Am     Bm
Leave all the days behind that made 
you run
   A#m      B#m
I shall forget the days that you 
told me to

I was such a waste when I cut myself
 out

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Now the fall is over baby


You'll descend but at a rate you'll 
find is slow
 B#m       A#m
And all these times afraid to walk 
the room
    F7M       D7M
That you have to take, there is no 
other way
       A7      G7
It's forces far above you, though 
you want me to
      A9      Fb
I'll decorate these heights, I'll 
make it fit right

Somehow we wait from old to young

Now the word is small

All the way, ooh