| Am | C | | Honestly what will be | come of me |
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| F | | It’s way too | clear to me |
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| Am | C | | But | really life is | daily |
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| G | | We are what | we don’t see |
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| F | Am | | Missed | everything daydre | aming |
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| F | Am | | Why do | all good things come to an | end |
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| F | Am | | Why do | all good things come to an | end |
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| C | G | | come to an | end come to an | |
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| F | Am | | Why do | all good things come to an | end? |
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| C | G | | come to an | end come to an | |
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| F | Am | | Why do | all good things come to an | end? |
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| X | Am | C | | Traveling I | only stop at | exits |
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| X | G | | Wondering if I’ll | stay | |
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Living this way I stress less |
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| Am | C | | I want to pull away when the | dream dies |
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| G | | The pain sets in and | I don’t cry |
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| F | Am | | I only feel | gravity and I wonder | why |
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| Am | C | | Dogs were whistling a | new tune |
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| G | | Barking at the | new moon |
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| F | | Hoping it would | come soon so that they could |
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| Am | C | | Dogs were whistling a | new tune |
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| G | | Barking at the | new moon |
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| F | | Hoping it would | come soon so that they could |
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| Am | C | G | F | Am | | Die | die | die | die | |
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| Am | C | | Well the | dogs were barking at a | new moon |
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| F | | Hoping it would | come soon |
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| Am | C | G | F | | And the | sun was wondering if it | should stay away for | a day till the feeling | went away |
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| Am | C | | And the | sky was falling on the | clouds were dropping and |
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| G | F | | the | rain forgot how to bring sal | vation |
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| Am | C | | the | dogs were barking at the | new moon |
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| F | Am | | Hoping it would | come soon so that they could | die. |
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