Gregory Alan Isakov - Berth

^ASilver winged, broken ^BEnglish, ^C#mboys they smoke ^{E A}Talk and joke, ^Babove the ^C#mwater ^{E A}New York lady, holding ^Bin her ^C#mheavy hand ^{E A}Sacred lantern, g^Buiding ^C#mdawn ^E

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^ACasting glances backwards, ^Bbut it's ^C#mnot your fault ^{E A}Turned to salt f^Bor the wan^C#mdering ^{E A}In your braids and heavy ^Bpages, w^C#me were folde^Ed ^AKiss the cold and ^Bdirty g^C#mround ^E

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^ASeasons wake with sleeping ^Bbirds now ^C#mflying south ^{E A}Covered mouth, we ^Bwatch in ^C#mawe ^{E A}Fallen pines to shape the ^Bskyline, ^C#mtake me there ^{E A}Beneath the barren ^Bcoloured ^C#mmoon ^{E A}(Quit all that, quit all that, quit all that ^Blooking^C#m back ^{E A}Quit all, quit all, quit all th^Bat) ^{C#m E}

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