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Seems We're OK

Chuck Ragan
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Chords in this song

Strum
D-DU-UDU
 
 
 
It  seems we're okay
 Through we are  medicate
 To come down  from the pain  if it's save
 We  all wait for rain  when the dustbowl  of shame
 Feels our lungs  with regret  that we've saved
 It  seems we're okay  growing old  from a miles  of
 Broken  hearted and love  songs in shagri-la  styles
 Burning  fumes, alone  in rooms
 Occasionally  high  through the wait,  lord the weight
Cough  it up and sift  thought the remnants  of old  news
 And leave  it in the  gutte to wash
 Cause  there ain't no blackwoods  or water  there run  to
 Just to burnout  the end  or the cause
 It  seems we're okay  growing old  from a miles  of
 Broken  hearted and love  songs in shagri-la  styles
 Burning  fumes, alone  in rooms
 Occasionally  high  through the wait,  lord the weight
 Trough the wait,  lord the weight
 Let's get a  handle on ourselves  again
 And hold truth  to our love  and our friends
 It  seems we're okay  growing old  from a miles  of
 Broken  hearted and love  songs in shagri-la  styles
 Burning  fumes, alone  in rooms
 Occasionally  high  through the wait,  lord the weight
 Through the wait,  lord the weight
 Through the wait,  lord the weight

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Readable chord sheet for Seems We're OK by Chuck Ragan

[Em] [G] [D] [Cadd9]
       [Em] [G] [D]
       [Em] [G] [D] [Cadd9]
       [Em] [D] [G] [Cadd9] [G]

[Em]It seems we're [G]okay
Through we [D]are medi[Cadd9]cate
To come [Em]down from the [G]pain if it's s[D]ave
We[Em] all wait for [G]rain when the [D]dustbowl of [Cadd9]shame
Feels our [Em]lungs with reg[G]ret that we've [D]saved

It[Cadd9] seems we're o[G]kay growing o[D]ld from a m[Em]iles of
Br[Cadd9]oken hearted and l[G]ove songs in s[D]hagri-la s[Em]tyles
Bu[Cadd9]rning fumes, a[G]lone in rooms
O[D]ccasionally h[Em]igh through the w[Cadd9]ait, lord the [D]weight

[Em] [G] [D] [Cadd9]
[Em] [D] [G] [Cadd9] [G]

[Em]Cough it up and [G]sift thought the [D]remnants of [Cadd9]old news
And [Em]leave it in th[G]e gutte to [D]wash
Ca[Em]use there ain't no [G]blackwoods or [D]water there [Cadd9]run to
Just to [Em]burnout the [G]end or the [D]cause

It[Cadd9] seems we're o[G]kay growing o[D]ld from a m[Em]iles of
Br[Cadd9]oken hearted and l[G]ove songs in s[D]hagri-la s[Em]tyles
Bu[Cadd9]rning fumes, a[G]lone in rooms
O[D]ccasionally h[Em]igh through the w[Cadd9]ait, lord the [D]weight
Trough the [Cadd9]wait, lord the [D]weight

Let's get a[Cadd9] handle on [G]ourselves ag[D]ain
And hold [Cadd9]truth to our [G]love and our f[D]riends

It[Cadd9] seems we're o[G]kay growing o[D]ld from a m[Em]iles of
Br[Cadd9]oken hearted and l[G]ove songs in s[D]hagri-la s[Em]tyles
Bu[Cadd9]rning fumes, a[G]lone in rooms
O[D]ccasionally h[Em]igh through the w[Cadd9]ait, lord the [D]weight
Through the [Cadd9]wait, lord the [D]weight
Through the [Cadd9]wait, lord the [D]weight

[Em] [D] [G]

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