C Csus4 Csus2 E|-3-------3-------3------| B|-1-------1-------1------| G|-0-------0-------0------| D|-2-------3-------0------| A|-3-------3-------3------| E|------------------------|[Intro]C C Csus4 Csus2C C Csus4 Csus2 I keep havingC Csus4 Csus2 C dreams of pioneers and pirate ships and Bob DylanCsus4 Csus2 C Of people wrapped up tight in the thing that'll kill themCsus4 Csus2 C Of being trapped in a lift plunging straight to the bottomCsus4 Csus2 Am Of open seas and ways of life we've forgottenG I keep having dreams [Verse]Am F Amy worked in a bar in ExeterG Am I went back to her house and I slept beside herAm F She woke up screaming in the middle of the nightG Am Terrified of her own insidesAm F Dreams of pirate ships and Patty HearstG Am Breaking through a life over-rehearsedAm F She can't remember which came firstG Am The house the home or the terrible thirstG She keeps having dreams [Chorus]F G And on the worst daysG C F When it feels like life weighs ten thousand tonnesF G C She's got her cowboy boots and car keys on the bed standF So she can always runF She could get up, shower and in half an hourF Am She'd be gone [Verse]Am F I keep having dreams of things I need to doG Am Of waking up and not following throughAm F But it feels like I haven't slept at allG Am When I wake to a silence and she's facing the wallAm F Posters of Dylan and HemingwayG Am An antique compass for a sailor's escapeAm F She says you just can't live this wayG Am And I close my eyes and I never sayG I'm still having dreams [Chorus]F G And on the worst daysG C F When it feels like life weighs ten thousand tonnesF G C I sleep with my passport, one eye on the back doorF So I can always runF I could get up, shower and in half an hourAm I'd be gone [Bridge]Am And come morning I am disappearedC G Just an imprint on the bed sheetsDm Am And by the roadside with my thumb outC G A car pulls up and Bob's drivingDm Am So I climb in we don't say a wordC G As we pull off into the sunriseDm Am And these rivers of tarmacC G Are like arteries 'cross the countryDm We are blood cellsAm Alive inC The blood streamG and the beating heart of the countryDm Am We are electric pulsesC G In pathways of the sleeping soul of the countryDm Am We are electric pulsesC G In pathways of the sleeping soul of the countryDm We are electricAm C In the sleeping soul of the countryG (the sleeping soul of the country) [Outro]Dm Am C GF
I Am Disappeared
Frank Turner
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