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APour words over me and all around, the ripples rock the boat I favour entropy a slow decline, before I have to go F#mDon't take it out on me Eit's just revenge, and you're the instrument AYour actions guarantee F#man end to this, but Ewill you ever knowD?
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AAnd I walk home Eas the sun goes down F#mand listen for your Dvoice F#mBut you're not there to caEll me I forget sometimes
AIn the aftermath F#mI fall through stages, fitting Emore of grief AUnrehearsed, they seem F#mto stutter past, a shuffled Edeck unsheathed F#mAcceptance bows to discontent, Ea sense of mourning troubles me AQuick anger rears it's head F#mand settles down, Ereplaced by Ddisbelief
AAnd I walk home Eas the sun goes down F#mand listen for your Dvoice F#mBut you're not there to caEll me
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand you should be able to figure it out from there. Happy playing.