Zach Bryan – Plastic Cigarette (Guitar)

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 Well I ain’t written a love song in so long as your hair leads down your spine

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 But I don't mind a few lines tonight, I'll regret it for the rest of time

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 Let your hips and your lips and your fingertips slip against the city streets

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 Seeping in again, sleeping in while my friends get high on the edge of Westside Highway

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 Did you ever make it back to Byron Bay?

                                      C
 The day that you told me to quit drinking

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 And thinkin' that I's gonna die before thirty, your mom was so worried about

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 All those kids in the house tearing picture frames down

          G
 Our fathers were never around when we were younger

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 So let me go I saw you on the river's edge

G
 Dragging on a plastic cigarette

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 With your swim top still wet

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 So let it go, meetin' you out on the coast

                            D
 You hate the smell of real smoke

                                Em
 So why'd you always keep it so close?

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 You were collecting shells out on the bayshore you know I was a shell before

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 Deep in the hands of another my brother had told me to leave, but I didn't believe

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 That evil would mean some people you meet out in Queens

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 The way the rain came down the other day in Byron Bay

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 Made me feel so alone, so I just went home, and scribbled some poem that I know you'll never read

N.C.       C
 So let it go I saw you on the river's edge

G
 Dragging on a plastic cigarettes

D*                          Em
 With your swim top still wet

           C                               G
 So let me go,  meeting you out on the coast

                                D
 You hate the smell of real smoke

                             Em
 Why'd you always keep it so close?

        C
 Let it go I saw you on the river's edge

G
 Dragging on a plastic cigarette

D*
 With your swim top still wet