| C | G | Am | |
| Amy's got a | baby in her | stomach |
| C | G | Am | |
| she | took my hand and | I felt it | kick |
| C | G | |
| she's | crying and | glowing |
| C | G | |
| she's | three months and | showing |
| C | G | Am | |
| seeing | her now makes | me want to | live |
| C | G | Am | |
| seeing | her now makes | me want to | live |
| C | G | Am | |
| But her | mans got an | angry | mouth |
| C | G | Am | |
| he once | told me to | rot in | hell |
| C | G | |
| he's | poisonous, | reasonless |
| C | G | |
| demons and | jesus |
| C | G | Am | |
| if he | died it'd | be just as | well |
| C | G | Am | |
| if he | died it'd | be just as | well |
| C | G | C | |
| So I'm | having it | out with the | rain |
| C | G | C | |
| It | argues so | long and so | loud |
| C | G | |
| It keeps | tappin and | talkin |
| C | G | |
| we're | walking fo | rever |
| C | G | C | |
| on | 1st Ave | nue Headed | South |
| C | G | C | |
| on | 1st Ave | nue Headed | South |
| F | G | |
| And all the traffic light | s blur |
| C | Am | |
| into a bright bouquet |
| F | G | |
| my heart is in | mothballs...it's been |
| C | E | |
| packed away |
| F | G | Am | C | |
| but I | can't ge | t to it, no way |
| F | G | C | |
| til the | birds return for | spring cleaning |
| C | G | C |
| F | G | |
| All the traffic lights | blur |
| C | Am | |
| into a bright bouquet |
| F | G | |
| I wish I could | turn...and just |
| C | Am | |
| walk aw | ay |
| F | G | Am | C | |
| but I | can't | do it, no wa | y |
| F | G | C | |
| til the | birds return for | spring ... cleaning | . |
| *actually i would have to give credit to Neva Dinova... but whatever |
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