Field Medic – Chamomile (Guitar)

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Traded my creative whim for a

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Level head and a phantom limb, you know

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Chamomile is sweeter when the

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Sky is blushing too

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Tell me how you ever thought of

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Leaving your voice behind I got no

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Concept of a savior

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There's nothing I could do

E
Nothing I could do

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There's something strange inside me

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Digging holes with housekeys

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I've grown vulgar, vacant, and angry

   Dm
So patient and passive

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I thought that would make me wise

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It's in my mind and I'm a ballerina

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Straight off of Dega's brush and

F#m
When I fall I

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Make a pretty pink mess

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In my life I'm

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Just so angry

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'Bout all of everything I never got

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So when I fall I'm just the uglist

E
I'm just the ugliest

E
I'm just the ugliest

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There's something strange inside me

E       E
Digging holes with housekeys

F#m                D
I've grown vulgar, vacant, and angry

   Dm
So patient and passive

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I thought that would make me wise

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Make me wise

        F#m
Make me wise

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Implailed 

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But raging

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With darkness

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Like twilight