Intro: Em G A C
Em G A C
The time has come for giving up. I have lost.
Em G A C
I wanted once to become what I cannot.
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Em G A C
Why come to me so full of dreams? Well, go on.
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With feathered keys, you're mocking me. I am locked.
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It's easier to pine, to pine.
Em G
I can feel it through the fields of graves, a beating heart while
Em G A C
Rolling hills are roaming through my veins and open arms and all is full of
G
Smoke.
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Oh, oh, oh, pining.