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Pontchartrain

Vienna Teng
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Strum
D-DU-UDU
Sunday: dark  water draining north, the heat  swells and bursts like  plague.
Sunday: ever-so-faint  slow tambourine  glides onward toward the grave.
 Who drew the line?
 Who drew the line between  you and me?
 Who drew the line  that everyone  sees?
Darling, Lake  Pontchartrain is haunted: bones  without names,
 photographs framed in  reeds.
Darling, what  blood our veins are holding.
 The overpass  frozen, fires ablaze at  sea.
 Who drew the line?
 Who drew the line that cuts  to the skin, buries me in?
 Tell me who  drew the line.
 Darling don't close your  eyes.
Lie  as darkness hardens.
Lie  of our  reunion.
 O lie  if God  is sleeping.
 O I  believe  you now.
Darling, Lake  Pontchartrain will cradle me,  and all you left behind.
Listen: ever-so-faint  slow tambourine  is marching back through time.

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Readable chord sheet for Pontchartrain by Vienna Teng

[C]

[C]Sunday: [C]dark water draining north, the [F#]heat swells and bursts [C]like plague.
[C]Sunday: [C]ever-so-faint slow tambou[F#]rine glides onward toward the [C]grave.
Who drew the [Abmaj7]line?
Who drew the line bet[E]ween you and me?
Who drew the [Abmaj7]line that [G]everyone sees?

[C]Darling, [C]Lake Pontchartrain is haunted: [F#]bones without names,
photographs framed [C]in reeds.
[C]Darling, [C]what blood our veins are holding.
The [F#]overpass frozen, fires ablaze [C]at sea.
Who drew the [Abmaj7]line?
Who drew the line that [E]cuts to the skin, buries me in?
Tell me [Abmaj7]who drew the line.
Darling don't close [G]your eyes.

[C]     [F#]

[Fm]Lie as [Eb]darkness [Ab]hard[Cm]ens.
[Fm]Lie of [Eb]our re[Ab]unio[Cm]n.
O [C#]lie if [Eb]God is [Ab]slee[Cm]ping.
O [C#]I be[Eb]lieve you [Fm]now.

[Fm] [Eb] [Ab] [Cm]
[Fm] [Eb] [Ab] [C]     [F#]     [C]     [F#]     [C]     [F#]     [C]     [F#]

[C]Darling, [C]Lake Pontchartrain will cradle [F#]me, and all you left be[C]hind.
[C]Listen: [C]ever-so-faint slow tambour[F#]ine is marching back through [C]time.

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