Jars at Home Trampled by Turtles
H[G]ollow headed m[C]oment in your e[G]yes.
S[Em]houldn't come to [C]me as no surp[D]rise,
that she l[G]oves me when I'm g[C]one,
but when I'm h[G]ere I'm all al[C]one,
l[G]eft to wander h[D]opelessly ag[G]ain.
I[G] got a woman and s[C]he's a friend of m[G]ine,
she l[Em]ikes to pretend [C]that she never c[D]ries.
But I can s[G]ee her on the st[C]airs,
and lord it's m[G]ore than I can b[C]ear,
b[G]ut my head can't s[D]imply turn awa[G]y.
Bridge:
T[Em]here's a room as c[C]old as it is lo[G]nely,
b[Em]uild it up boy[C]s, and tear it d[D]own.
(Interlude)
A[G]ll the devil's w[C]eight upon my b[G]ack,
a[Em]ll I wish for, b[C]abe, is what I l[D]ack.
No m[G]atter how I t[C]ry I never s[G]eem to walk the l[C]ine,
and a[G]ll the world is k[D]ept in jars at h[G]ome.
Yes, a[G]ll the world is k[C]ept in jars at [G]home.
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