Capo 2nd fret

Standard (EADGBE)

Intro

Lover of things, won’t 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, won’t you believe that the ones in between

 The ones that are blamed, of fickle faith

 Cynics that seethe, how they’re 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

 Where’d you been son? Not in the street, not in the yard

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Only once, call off the dogs, call off your guard

Where’d you go, where’d you go

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Where’d you been?

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Where’d you been?