Slaughter Beach, Dog – Summer Windows (Guitar)

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I wish that I could tell you what I'm thinkin about

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Oh, I wish that I could walk into your house

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No one else around except for you and me

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Those summer windows open, breathing deep

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I wish that I could tell you that I could use a hand

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Oh, I wish that I could write it like Townes Van Zandt

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Maybe you could be the bandit, I'll remain the fool

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You can lead me up the mountain, I'll be real good mule

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Well, I'm slow in revealing when I'm feelin far away

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When I'm swimmin in a memory, lie all night awake

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Just there diggin for the feeling, put another down

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Oh, I'm payin in the morning, head nailed to the ground

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And I wish that I could tell you what I'm thinkin about

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Oh, I wish that I could walk into your house

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No one else around except for you and me

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Those summer windows open, breathing deep

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If I'm remembering correctly, it was a long brown pew

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Through the window of the diner, you were playing with your food

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And the TV talked to no one, the ten o’clock news

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They were panning over pictures of little boy's shoes

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And my heart was sinking down, down to my dirty brown boots

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And I pressed my face against the glass, peered around the room

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At all the brokenhearted people in a great white tomb

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And I wish that I could tell you what I'm thinkin about

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Oh, I wish that I could walk into your house

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No one else around except for you and me

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Those summer windows open, breathing deep

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Those summer windows open, breathing deep