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Bones

Christians And Lions
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Strum
D-DU-UDU
 Over  the tracks,
 with  a sack full of matches,
 I'm  gonna burn all the letters  I've  wrote.
 Don't  worry, darling,
 I  ain't brave enough to  catch it
 this fire  that's licking  my  hopes.
 Besides,  if I went  up
 like  a soaked rolling paper,
 I'd  still be fast-burning-out.
 And  what's the use  of a good,  strong  noose
 when  your problem's too much  hanging  around?
 So  I walked back crashing,
 my  pockets full of ash  in
 the  latesummer  moon's  holy  glow.
 that  loved me to  death on the  banks of every river,
 where  every breath in  brought me  home.
 'Cause  if home's where hearts  is
 beating  like a bird's wing,
 then  I've many homes and I should:
 said  a man who wasn't homeless,
 "I'm  always just traveling
 taking  walks around  my  neighborhood."
 
 
 Wisdom:  it comes
 but  age don't unlock  it.
 You've  got to spend all the passion  you've  found.
 With  more change in their heads
 than  in all of their pockets,
 some can show  you  the way to  slow down.  (oooh...)
 Sometimes  we all need  to  slow down.

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Readable chord sheet for Bones by Christians And Lions

[C] [E] [Am] [F]

[C]     [F] [E] [D] [C]

Ov[C]er the tra[E]cks,
wit[Am]h a sack full of m[F]atches,
I'[C]m gonna burn all the [F]letter[E]s I'[D]ve w[C]rote.
Don'[C]t worry, da[E]rling,
I[Am] ain't brave enough to[F] catch it
this fi[C]re that's [F]licki[E]ng m[D]y h[C]opes.

B[F]esides, if I went[C] up
like[F] a soaked rolling [C]paper,
I'[F]d still be fast-burnin[C]g-out.
A[F]nd what's the [C]use of a go[F]od, strong[Am] noose
w[C]hen your problem's too m[F]uch h[E]angin[D]g ar[C]ound?

S[C]o I walked back cra[E]shing,
m[Am]y pockets full of as[F]h in
the[C] latesumme[F]r moo[E]n's h[D]oly g[C]low.
tha[C]t loved me t[E]o death on the[Am] banks of every r[F]iver,
wher[C]e every breath i[F]n bro[E]ught [D]me hom[C]e.

'Ca[F]use if home's where hea[C]rts is
bea[F]ting like a bird's wi[C]ng,
th[F]en I've many homes and I [C]should:
sa[F]id a man who wasn't homel[C]ess,
"I[C]'m always just trave[Am]ling
t[C]aking walks arou[F]nd my[E] neig[D]hborh[C]ood."

       [C]   [E]    [Am]   [F]

       [C]       [F]   [E]   [D]   [C]

W[C]isdom: it com[E]es
bu[Am]t age don't unl[F]ock it.
Yo[C]u've got to spend all the p[F]assion[E] you'[D]ve fo[C]und.
W[C]ith more change in their [E]heads
t[Am]han in all of their pock[F]ets,

some can [C]show you[F] the way [Am]to slow do[D]wn. (oooh...)
So[C]metimes we all need[F] to[E] sl[D]ow [C]down.

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