Dm he broke his old guitar.Am he couldn't make it sing.Gm the strings had grown so wornGm they made his fingers bleed.Dm Am soon after the event he made an acquaintanceGm whose fingers bled as well,Gm forming scabs that never heal.Am would you play a song for me?G some wilting melodyF that drifts over the sunflowersE to some far away country.Am won't you play a song for me?G with words like push pins?F they stick into my heart...E and bleed out resonanceDm Am Gm AmAm these songs are all asleep.G they lay dormant inside of me.F E this vacant recitation..i can't resuscitate them.Am won't you play a song for me?G let the words escape your mouth!F scream out what you've lost!E in song it will be found.Dm he broke his old guitar.Am he smashed it on his bedpost,Gm where he used to dream up loversAm kissing his forehead,C G "good morning."F
An Acquaintance Strikes A Chord
The Good Life
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