VERSE 1:
LAm MI SOLAfter all these implements and texts designed by
intellects we're vexed to find evidently there's
SOLstill so much that hides.
LAm MI SOLAnd though the saints dub us divine in ancient
fading lines their sentiment is just as hard to
SOLpluck from the vine.
CHORUS
I'll try hard not to pretend
FA RE MIallow myself no mock defense as I
step into the night.
VERSE 2:
LAm MI SOL RESince I don't have the time nor mind to figure
DO REout the nursery rhymes that helped us out in
making sense of our lives
LAm MI SOL REThe cruel, uneventful state of apathy releases me
DO RE SOLI value them but I won't cry every time one's
wiped out.
I'll try hard not to give in
batten down to fare the wind
FA RErid my head of this pretense
FA RE MIallow myself no mock defense as I
step into the night
MI
DO SOLLA LA LA LA
(Repeat this once)
DO SOL
Mercy's eyes are blue and
REm FA SOLwhen she places them in
front of you
REm FA SOLnothing holds a roman
DO SOLcandle to
the solemn warmth you feel
FA DO FA DOInside
FA DO SIb SOL MI
Now run through VERSE chords 1x
(no words)
CHORUSFA RE
I'll try hard not to give in
FA RE MIbatten down to fare the wind
rid my head of this pretense
FA REallow myself no mock defense as I
MIstep into the night
LAm MI DO RE MI
DO SOL REm FA SOL
(this takes the song out)
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