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Strange Days

We Are Augustines
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Put  up a fight,  like a ghost  ship in the night.
 Count to two,  count to three,  and fade  away.
Went  overboard,  said curses  to the lord.
 Count to four,  count to five,  and sink  a ways.
You  hate yourself,  put the bottle  on the shelf.
 Count to seven,  count to eight,  and  weep that way.
Broken heart,  touching strangers  in the dark.
 Count to nine,  count to ten,  and drink  all day.
The days  seem so strange, from my  windowpane.
 She's gone,  she's gone,  she ain't  never coming back again.
 So I  got to turn  the page.
 Windowpane.
Yeah  you got scars,  but you got savings  in your jar.
 It's your time,  it's your time,  so board  the train.
Put  up a fight,  like a ghost  ship in the night.
 Count to three,  count to three,  and fade  away.
The days  seem so strange, from my  windowpane.
 She's gone,  she's gone,  she ain't never  coming back again.
 So I  got to turn  the page.
 Windowpane.
A  home.
 A home.
 A home.
 Gone.

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Readable chord sheet for Strange Days by We Are Augustines

[Dm]

[Am]Put up a [Em]fight, like a [F]ghost ship in the [C]night.
Count to [Am]two, count to [Em]three, and [F]fade away.[C]

[Am]Went over[Em]board, said [F]curses to the [C]lord.
Count to [Am]four, count to [Em]five, and [F]sink a [C]ways.

[Am]You hate your[Em]self, put the [F]bottle on the [C]shelf.
Count to [Am]seven, count to [Em]eight, and[F] weep that [C]way.

[Am]Broken [Em]heart, touching [F]strangers in the [C]dark.
Count to [Am]nine, count to [Em]ten, and [F]drink all day.

[C]The [G]days seem so [Am]strange, [C]from [G]my window[Am]pane.
She's [C]gone, she's g[G]one, she ain[Am]'t never coming back again.
So [C]I got to [G]turn the [Em]page.

Windowpane.

[Dm]

[Am]Yeah you got [Em]scars, but you got [F]savings in your [C]jar.
It's your [Am]time, it's your [Em]time, so [F]board the [C]train.

[Am]Put up a [Em]fight, like a [F]ghost ship in the [C]night.
Count to [Am]three, count to [Em]three, and [F]fade away.

[C]The [G]days seem so [Am]strange, [C]from [G]my window[Am]pane.
She's [C]gone, she's [G]gone, she ain't [Am]never coming back again.
So [C]I got to [G]turn the [Em]page.
Windowpane.

[Am]A h[F]om[C]e.[G]
A home.
A home.
Gone.

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