Misc Originals – Cymon Shep - They Felt Like Her (Guitar)

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I've been thinking about when

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It didn’t hurt to touch them

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to feel once more thier paradise 

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anything I'd sacrafice

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I hope one day will arive

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I'll touch them quick and recognize

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the feeling of my memorey

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but thats never guaranteed

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Won-der-ing who they are

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They’re strings on this old guitar.

[Chorus]
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E-very string, I re-mem-ber

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Felt so soft to my embrace, they felt like her

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Hardened by the years of rust

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The space between them filled with dust

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Thier bright clear shine corrod away

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Thier a lost scared dog thats lost its tame

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The pain felt on my fingertips

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Is all that I’ve come to expect

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With every touch they leave a mark

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Thier bite is damn worse than thier bark

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Where did I get these Scares?

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From the strings on this old guitar.

[Chorus]
F C    G       C F  C   G
E-very string, I re-mem-ber

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Now is hard to touch but once, they felt like her

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If I could press down hard enough

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Maybe I could feel her touch 

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And feel whats left of what remains 

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But would they ever feel the same

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But would they ever feel the same

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If I pressed through these scares

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To feel the strings on this old guitar

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Would e-very string, I re-mem-ber

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Feel so soft to my embrace and feel like her

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But e-very string that felt like her 

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Now is hard to touch but once they felt like her    

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To feel again how soft they’d play

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Is why I come back every day

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To feel again how soft they’d play

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It’s why I come back every day