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G D G D G She lifts her skirt up to her knees D Walks through the garden rows with her bare feet, laughing G I never learned to count my blessings D I choose instead to dwell in my disasters Bm Walk on down the hill Gb Through the grass grown tall and brown G D And still it's hard somehow to let go of my pain Bm On past the busted back Gb Of this old and rusted Cadillac G D That sinks into this field collecting rain D A G Bm Gb Gb7 Will I always feel this way D A G Bm Gb Gb7 So empty, so estranged Bm G Of these cutthroat busted sunsets, D These cold and damp white mornings I have grown weary G If through my cracked and dusty dimestore lips D I spoke these words out loud would no one hear me Bm Lay your blouse across the chair Gb Let fall the flowers from your hair G D And kiss me with that country mouth so plain Bm Outside the rain is tapping on the leaves Gb To me it sounds like they're G D applauding us, the quiet love we make D A G Bm Gb Gb7 Will I always feel this way D A G Bm Gb Gb7 So empty, so estranged Bm G D G D G Well I looked my demons in the eyes D Laid bare my chest said do your best and destroy me G See I've been to hell and back so many times D I must admit you kind of bore me Bm There's a lot of things that can kill a man Gb There's a lot of ways to die G D Yes and some already dead who walk beside you Bm There's a lot of things I don't understand Gb Why so many people lie G D Well it's the hurt you hide that fuels the fires inside you D A G Bm Gb Gb7 Will I always feel this way D A G Bm Gb Gb7 So empty, so estranged Bm G D G D
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