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New Dawn

Withered Hand
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Chords in this song

Strum
D-DU-UDU
You  must be joking I deny
Tears  are falling from my eyes
 I'm oversensitive,  hyper-sensitized
 And it makes  it me feel like I  am alive
 And there's nothing to this life
 I don't need lies on my push-pipe
 My light comes from inside
 And it makes it me fell like I'm alive
 (skip )
 And the winter  turns to springtime
 Like the springtime  turns to summer
 We'll discover  how we lost  another year
 I saw you at the embassy
 We're both crippled socially
 No worlds collide when we converse
 We're singing love is a disease, love is a curse
 And we wrote Pavement on our shoes
 We stole our barrow(?) and we paid our dues
 We paid our respects, we wrote "Confusion is sex"
 And on your shoulderbag I wrote the Silver Jews
 And the ice turned into water
 And the water turned into gasses
 Steamy glasses on a frosty afternoon
 And her lips were warm, her hands were cold
 I never thought I'd feel this old
 Isn't grey hair just the light of a new dawn?
I  saw you at the embassy

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Readable chord sheet for New Dawn by Withered Hand

[Bb]   [Eb]

[Bb]You must be joking I deny   [Eb]
[Bb]Tears are falling from my eyes
I'm over[Eb]sensitive, hyper-[Bb]sensitized
And it [Cm]makes it me feel like [Eb]I am alive
[Bb]       [Eb]

And there's nothing to this life
I don't need lies on my push-pipe
My light comes from inside
And it makes it me fell like I'm alive
(skip [Eb])
And the [Cm]winter turns to [Eb]springtime
Like the [Bb]springtime turns to [Cm]summer
We'll di[Eb]scover how we [F]lost another year
[Bb]         [Eb]

I saw you at the embassy
We're both crippled socially
No worlds collide when we converse
We're singing love is a disease, love is a curse

And we wrote Pavement on our shoes
We stole our barrow(?) and we paid our dues
We paid our respects, we wrote "Confusion is sex"
And on your shoulderbag I wrote the Silver Jews

And the ice turned into water
And the water turned into gasses
Steamy glasses on a frosty afternoon

And her lips were warm, her hands were cold
I never thought I'd feel this old
Isn't grey hair just the light of a new dawn?

[Bb]I saw you at the embassy

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