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capo 3rd fret
SOL LA FA# SOL MI LA DO RE
SOL LA FA# SOL
these withered hands have dug for a dream
MI LA DO RE
sifted through sand and leftover nightmares
SOL LA FA# SOL
over the hill a desolate wind
MI LA DO RE
turns shit to gold and blows my soul crazy
SOL
the end
LA
o the end
FA DO
we live again
MIm LAsus LA
o i grow weary of the end
o hungry days the footsteps of fools
gazing alone through sex-painted windows
dredging the night drunk libertines
stink like a colognes from the newfangled wasteland
CHORUS
BRIDGE:
FA DO MI7
love is a plague in a mix-match parade
LAm FA
where the castaways look so deranged
MI LAm
when will the children learn to let their wildernesses burn
DO MIm LAsus LA LA9 LA
and love will be new never cold and vacant
these withered hands have dug for a dream
sifted through sand and leftover nightmares
CHORUS
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