Advice For Young Mothers To Be
The VeilsVersion1
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She found the world embedded in the snow
It's too bad the rest have made it all their own&8232;
There's got to be a better way somehow that I don't know&8232;
Wish I could find the words and heal my baby&8232;

She made a crib of blankets from the floor
Painted the bluest color on the walls
I don't want to know the time. I don't care about that at all&8232;
Nobody knows the way to heaven, baby&8232;

No, this can't go on&8232;
Your advice for young mothers to be& 8232;will never find the words
Darling, believe me
So here it is your heart's out in the cold
The friends you kept still call you on the phone
The vicar said it's wrong but hey, what does he know?
He said it's wrong but that the Lord forgave me
Well, I don't want his pity and your scorn
Boy, why you preaching? &8232;No one's listening anymore
That life of yours sickens me directly to my maternal core
No man alive has earned the right to save me
No, this can't go on
Your advice for young mothers to be will never find the words
Darling, believe me&8232;
Now here I am. I'm pushing 24
I've got a house and a little terrace on the lawn
My baby's grown&8232; and I'm as happy as a fawn
Now only the beauty of the world delays me
No, this can't go on
Your advice for young mothers to be&8232;will never find the words
Darling, believe me
No, this crown of thorns&8232;
Your advice for young mothers to be& 8232;will never find the words

Darling, believe me
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Readable chord sheet for Advice For Young Mothers To Be by The Veils
[C] [Am] [Dm] [F] [G] [C]She found the world embedded in the snow [Am]It's too bad the rest have made it all their own& There's [Dm]got to be a better way somehow that I don't know& [F]Wish I could find the words and [G]heal my baby& [C]She made a crib of blankets from the floor [Am]Painted the bluest color on the walls I don't [Dm]want to know the time. I don't care about that at all& [F]Nobody knows the way to [G]heaven, baby& [C]No, this can't go [Am]on& Your advice [Dm]for young mothers to be&[F] Dar[G]ling, believe me So here it is your heart's out in the cold The friends you kept still call you on the phone The vicar said it's wrong but hey, what does he know? He said it's wrong but that the Lord forgave me Well, I don't want his pity and your scorn Boy, why you preaching? & That life of yours sickens me directly to my maternal core No man alive has earned the right to save me No, this can't go on Your advice for young mothers to be will never find the words Darling, believe me& Now here I am. I'm pushing 24 I've got a house and a little terrace on the lawn My baby's grown& Now only the beauty of the world delays me No, this can't go on Your advice for young mothers to be& Darling, believe me [C]No, this crown of [Am]thorns& Your adv[Dm]ice for young mothers to be&[F] Da[G]rling, believe me [C]