The Little Hands of Asphalt - Love Song for Young Novelists with Unrealized Potential | Текст песни и Аккорды

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• The Little Hands of Asphalt
• Love Song for Young Novelists with Unrealized Potential

1. Verse
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Em F C G
Count the days, decisions are boring
Em F C G
so i fold them up, and tuck them away
Em F C G
I like you now, but who knows in the morning
Em F C G
When the alcohol, has fled the brain.

2. Verse
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Em F C G
When i get off work, i need new words to wage war on
Em F C G
So let's meet outside the library doors
Em F C G
I'll trade you a notebook and some fresh oxymoron's
Em F C G
for the smiles that tend to throw me of course.

1. Chorus
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Dm C E Am G Dm
Cause now your just not making sense, my dearest friend under the lens

G E Am G Dm
I got it wrong this time i found better ways of changing my mind

C E Am G Dm
There still nothing wrong with love it's just stuck in traffic not thinking of

G E Am G Dm
the day it will change lanes but there is only one thing that stays the same

G C
so i propose a toast to change.

3. Verse
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Em F C G
When spring hits town, let's go out to the islands
Em F C G
to work on our post-apocolyptic skills
Em F C G
I found a thing that might just keep us on dry land
Em F C G
my raw affection for you is soon this thing

4. Verse
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Em F C G
As my maps unfurl don't always be pretty
Em F C G
their polar opposites in light and sound
Em F C G
Your the brightest burn in this whole city
Em F C G
and i was the darkest boy around

2. Chorus
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Dm C E Am G Dm
So once the right corrections made you roll your eyes in my cell and mates
G E Am G Dm
why choose different trails on our quest for pure empty taste
C E Am G
For now let's round up our regrets and our imaginary pets
Dm G E Am G Dm
and play the same old games but give them new and better names
G C
i know you like inventing names.


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