D G D GA Well we haven't got all nightEm Come on and raise a toastG D We're only one time aiming for the sunA Thought weâd be grinding all our gearsEm Til we're giving up the ghostG D And grieving from the ties that we'd undoneG D I'm still staring at the sky, like at the startG D A With all these heavy anchors on my heartG D But they don't suit me, babe, like beforeG D They don't suit me like they did beforeG D Always waving flags and waging warsG D But it don't suit me like beforeG D It don't suit me like beforeA Well folks like me and youEm We don't know how to call a truceG D And when we canât lose the fight, we just lose touchA So we sit comparing scarsEm Strumming on the starsG D And leaning on the oldest, closest crutchG D Don't let me turn to dust to turn a phraseD A Could you help me wash these years off of my face?G D But they don't suit me, babe, like beforeG D They don't suit me like they did beforeG D Always waving flags and waging warsG D But it don't suit me like beforeG D It don't suit me like beforeG D I used to have a prisoner's point of viewG D A Now I only care for being seen by youG D But they donâ't suit me, babe, like beforeG D They don't suit me like they did beforeG D Always waving flags and waging warsG D But it don't suit me like beforeG D It don't suit me like beforeG D But it don't suit me like beforeG D It don't suit me like before
It Dont Suit Me Like Before
John Moreland
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