Waxahatchee – Crimes Of The Heart (Guitar)

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I got off at your stop, at my stock's sudden drop

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I'm a trusted doorstop or a paperweight, taciturn, inanimate

          G
I can sit on your shelf, like ashes foretell

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A spirit in hell while the living sleep right on through, take a shortcut

             G
And I coulda called, I suppose, I'm the thorn on your rose

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I'm the emperor's new clothes, and I make it look easier every time

         G
If you'd left it to me, who knows where we would be

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Reading fortunes for free in someone else's goldmine

Em                             G
 Survеy my breaker like chеap wine

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 You let it in sometimes

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A floodgate you can pantomime

Am                  Em
 You let it in sometimes

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In every crime of the heart, you'll rip yourself apart

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It's outsider art, provokes every emotion

             G
And it may bewilder a few, it's an unpleasant view

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You're an agent of truth, twisted up at the tail end

                               G
You play the villain like a violin

Am                 Em
 It comes from within

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Darkness you can befriend

Am                 Em  G
 It comes from within

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It's a dead end

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Don't overextend

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Hail the darkness you can befriend

       Am
It's a dead end

          Em
Don't overextend

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Hail the darkness you can befriend