The Foolish Motives Of Lost Debates

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[Verse 1]

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Take the splinter from the tambourine and split the skin to feel something.
    F            C                F                G
I'm not alone in drowning out the things I hate to talk about,
      Am  C            F               C
well, oh, no: it’s too late to let the feelings
      F       C      F      G
truly show.

[Chorus 1]

C C             F       G
Come, walk with me,
C C             F       G
come, talk with me.
Dm        G           C                 F
How can I realign the avenues of better times?
F         C F     C         F  Dm     F      (F)
When will I cease   fucking up endlessly?

[Verse 2]

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The sharpened teeth and roots of memories came too late for me
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to see the cast is blind. And searching for a light
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switch in the dark,   then got tangled
       Am             C           F       G
in the strings of the heart.

[Chorus 2]

C C             F       G
Come, walk with me,
C C             F       G
come, talk with me.
Dm        G            C                  F
How can I renovate the foolish motives of lost debates?
F         C F    C         F  Dm     F        N.C.
When will I case   fucking up endlessly?

[Interlude]

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[Chorus 2] (Reprise)
C C             F       G
Come, walk with me,
C C             F       G
come, talk with me.
Dm        G            C                  F
How can I renovate the foolish motives of lost debates?
F         C F     C          F  Dm     F       (F)
When will I case fucking up endlessly?