Intro: Am F C GAm F Oh my God, look around this place,C Your fingers reach around the bone,G you set the break and set the toneAm F For flights of grace, and future fallsC G F In present pain all fools say,"Oh my God."( C G F C G )Am F Oh my God, why are we so afraid?C We make it worse when we don't bleed,G There is no cure for our disease.Am F Turn a phrase and rise again,C G Or fake your death and only tell your closest friends,F Oh My God.( C G F C G F C )Am F Oh my God, can I complain?C G You take away my firm belief and graft my soul upon your grief.Am F Weddings, boats, and alibis,C G All drift away, and a mother cries...Liars and fools, sons and failures, theives will always say...Am G Em C/E F Lost and found, ailing wanderers, healers always say...Am G Em C/E F Whores and angels, men with problems, leavers always say...Am G C/E F Broken hearted, separated, orphans always say...Am G Em C/E F War creators, racial haters, preachers always say...Am G Em C/E F Distant fathers, fallen warriors, givers always say...Am G Em C/E F Pilgrim saints, lonely widows, users always say...Am G Em C/E F Fearful mothers, watchful doubters, Saviors always say...Am Sometimes I can not forgiveG Em and these days mercy cuts so deep,C/E If the world was how it should be,F maybe I could get some sleep.Am While I lay, I'd dream we're better,G Em scales were gone and faces lighter,C/E When we wake we hate our brother,F we still move to hurt each other,Am Sometimes I can close my eyesG Em and all the fear the keeps me silent,C/E Falls below my heavy breathing,F what makes me so badly bent?Am We all have a chance to murder,G Em we all have the need for wonder.C/E F We still want to be reminded that the pain is worth the plunder.Am Sometimes when I lose my grip,G Em I wonder what to make of heaven,C/E All the times I thought to reach up,F all the times I had to give up.Am Babies underneath their beds,G Em in hospitals that can not treat them.C/E All the wounds that money causes,F all the comforts of cathedrals,Am All the cries of thirsty children,G Em this is our inheritance,C/E All the rage of watching mothers,F this is our greatest offenseF G Am F Oh my God, Oh my God, Oh my God.
Oh My God.
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