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Sounds Familiar

Weakerthans

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---------------------------------------------------------------------------- SOUNDS FAMILIAR - The Weakerthans ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Tabbed by: lostpanda Email: kylelostpanda@yahoo.com Tuning: standard D A Bm G e|---2----------------------------------------------------------------------| B|-------2---3---0----------------------------------------------------------| G|--------------------------------------------------------------------------| D|---0----------------------------------------------------------------------| A|-------0---2--------------------------------------------------------------| E|---------------3----------------------------------------------------------| D A Bm G We emerged from youth all wide-eyed like the rest D A Bm G Shedding skin faster than skin can grow D A And armed with hammers, feathers, blunt knives Bm G D A Bm Words to meet and to define and to, but you must know D A Bm G The same games that we played in dirt, in dusty schoolyards D A Bm G Has found a higher pitch and broader scale D A Bm G Than we feared possible, and someone must be picked last D A Bm And one must bruise and one must fail D A Bm G And that still twitching bird was so deceived by a window D A Bm G So we eulogized fondly, we dug deep and threw D A Bm G D Its elegant plumage and frantic black eyes in a hole A Bm G D A And then we rushed out to kill something new, so we could bury that too Bm G D A Bm The first chapters of lives almost made us give up altogether D A Bm G Pushed towards tired forms of self-immolation D A Bm G That seemed so original, I must, we must never stop D A Bm G Watching the sky with our hands in our pockets D A Bm G Stop peering in windows when we know doors are shut D A Bm G Stop yelling small stories and bad jokes and sorrows D A Bm And my voice will scratch to yell many more G D A Bm G But before I spill the things I mean to hide away D A Bm G Or gouge my eyes with platitudes of sentiment D A Bm G I'll drown the urge for permanence and certainty D A Bm G D Crouch down and scrawl my name with yours in wet cement
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