C F Am
It's long gone that I carry on from December
C F Am
It is no matter, if you remember
C F Am
Mold, paper, bad wine, and too much bedside whiskey
C F Am
I will roll my heart up
C F Am
I will roll my heart up in my sleeve
Now it is your line
C F Am
I know that I wrote it
C F Am
And if you tell a lie
C F Am
Well, no one will notice
C F Am
And of you and I
C F Am
Well, I was the loudest
C F Am
While you stayed quiet
C F Am
We were surrounded
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It's long gone that I carry on from the winter
C F Am
I asked you upstairs
C F Am
Until we tangled in my hair
C F Am
You were never one for chronic chattering
C F Am
Your heart beat pale
C F Am
While I flew my colors
C F Am
I flew my colors like a sail
Now it is your line
C F Am
I know that I wrote it
C F Am
And if you tell a lie
C F Am
Well, no one will notice
C F Am
And of you and I
C F Am
Well, I was the loudest
C F Am
While you stayed quiet
C F Am
We were surrounded
I will roll my heart up
I will roll my heart up
I will roll my heart up
I will roll my heart up