Capo 2nd fret
Standard (EADGBE)
Intro
Lover of things, wont you agree how the winter could bring
The darkest spring? With hell on your face
Dirt on the walls in the back of the place
You grew and complained
Father of three, wont you believe that the ones in between
The ones that are blamed, of fickle faith
Cynics that seethe, how theyre children are cursed
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Cursed to believe
Marrow without bone
To live in a house with no home
Where the son is the darkest seed
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Crawls with the curs in the weeds
Whered you been son? Not in the street, not in the yard
Only once, call off the dogs, call off your guard
Whered you go, whered you go
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Whered you been?
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Whered you been?