These Pines
Kasey ChambersVersion1
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These pines are not the ones that I'm used to
They won't carry me home when I cry
Am I too far gone to recover
Or can I return if I try
Should I trade my soul for another
Learn not to complain anymore
Should I stay and pretend that I'm happy
Like so many times before
Yeah these pines
Are not mine
They don't smell so sweet
Like the ones in my mind
And I search the needles
'Til I run out of time
But I don't see you in these pines
Do I stumble or falter my words
When I'm saying everything is all right
I'm not one to release my depression
But these trees bring it out every night
Well I don't talk 'cause I'm trying to listen
To the wind take me home through these leaves
But it's quiet and I don't hear nothing
'Cause the wind doesn't blow through these trees
Yeah these pines
Are not mine
They don't smell so sweet
Like the ones in my mind
And I search the needles
'Til I run out of time
But I don't see you in these pines
No I don't see you in these pines
another mediocre transciption by missez premise
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Readable chord sheet for These Pines by Kasey Chambers
[E]These pines are not the [A]ones that I'm [E]used to They won't carry me [B]home when I [A]cry Am I [E]too far g[A]one to rec[E]over Or c[F#]an I return if I [B]try Should I [E]trade my [A]soul for an[E]other Learn not to com[B]plain anymo[A]re Should I [E]stay and pret[A]end that I'm h[E]appy Like [B]so many times bef[E]ore Yeah these [A]pines Are not [E]mine They don't s[B]mell so sweet Like the [E]ones in my mind And [B]I search the needles 'Til I [A]run out of time But I [E]don't see [B]you in these p[A]ines [E] [B] [A] Do I [E]stumble or f[A]alter my w[E]ords When I'm saying everyt[B]hing is all r[A]ight I'm not [E]one to rel[A]ease my dep[E]ression But these t[F#]rees bring it out every n[B]ight Well I don't t[E]alk 'cause I'm t[A]rying to l[E]isten To the wind take me [B]home through these l[A]eaves But it's q[E]uiet and [A]I don't hear [E]nothing 'Cause the [B]wind doesn't blow through these t[E]rees Yeah these [A]pines Are not [E]mine They don't [B]smell so sweet Like the [E]ones in my mind And [B]I search the needles 'Til I [A]run out of time But I [E]don't see [B]you in these p[A]ines No I d[E]on't see y[B]ou in these pi[A]nes [E] [B] [A] [E] [B] [A] [E] another mediocre transciption by missez premise