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All This To Say

Sleeping At Last
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Chords in this song

Strum
D-DU-UDU
*  (bar chord )
/Ab)  (477655)
 All this to say,
our  future is a blank page
 that we chose  to pour ourselves into
 when God  pressed play.
 
 and we'll drag our pens
into  these parallel lines
 to record and  to articulate
 everything  we find.
 
 as decades unlace,
 we'll  pause and carefully  trace;
 our shadows are puddles  of ink
 that  our memory saves.
 
 layer by layer, the framework was formed
on  an epic of paper:
 we breathe  to explore.
 fast-forward motion
will  gracefully show
 the flickering story
 that  all of our sketches unfold.
 
 before we were born
God  gently told us the truth,
 but understanding  is something that stops
 as our bodies  bruise.
 
 so we'll concentrate,
 constantly  rewinding tapes.
was  the ghost  just a glare on the lens
that  our minds create?
 our minds create...
when  God pressed  play.
 
 layer by layer, the framework was formed
on  an epic of paper:
 we breathe  to explore.
 and fast-forward motion
 will  gracefully show
 the flickering story
 that all  of our sketches unfold.
 

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Readable chord sheet for All This To Say by Sleeping At Last

[A]
[C#m]
[D]
[A]* (bar chord [A])
[A]/Ab) (477655)
[A6]
[E]

All this to say,
[A]our future is a blank page
that we cho[C#m]se to pour ourselves into
when [D]God pressed play.
                     [A]

and we'll drag our pens
[A]into these parallel lines
to record an[C#m]d to articulate
every[D]thing we find.
              [A]        [A/Ab]

as decades unlace,
we'l[F]l pause and car[E]efully trace;
our shadows are [D]puddles of ink
tha[E]t our memory saves.
                [A]

layer by layer, the framework was formed
[D]on an epic of paper:
we brea[E]the to explore.

fast-forward motion
[D]will gracefully show

the flickering story
that[E] all of our sketches unfold.
                           [A]

before we were born
[A]God gently told us the truth,
but underst[C#m]anding is something that stops
as our bo[D]dies bruise.
                     [A]    [A/Ab]

so we'll concentrate,
cons[F]tantly rewinding tapes.
[E]was the gho[D]st just a glare on the lens
[E]that our minds create?
our minds crea[A6]te...
[E]when God pr[D]essed play.
                 [A]

layer by layer, the framework was formed
[D]on an epic of paper:
we brea[E]the to explore.

and fast-forward motion
will[D] gracefully show

the flickering story
that [E]all of our sketches unfold.
                               [A]

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