Sounds Familiar The Weakerthans
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SOUNDS FAMILIAR - The Weakerthans
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Tuning: standard
[D] [A] [Bm] [G]
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[D] We em[A]erged from youth all [Bm]wide-eyed like the [G]rest
[D] Shedding [A]skin [Bm]faster than [G]skin can grow
And [D]armed with hammers, [A]feathers, blunt knives
[Bm]Words to meet and [G]to define and [D]to, but you m[A]ust know[Bm]
The [D]same games that we [A]played in dirt, in [Bm]dusty schoolyards[G]
Has found a [D]higher pitch and [A]broader [Bm]scale[G]
Than [D]we feared [A]possible, and [Bm]someone must be [G]picked last
And [D]one must bruise and [A]one must [Bm]fail
And [D]that still twitching [A]bird was so de[Bm]ceived by a [G]window
So we [D]eulogized [A]fondly, we [Bm]dug deep and [G]threw
Its [D]elegant [A]plumage and [Bm]frantic black [G]eyes in a hole[D]
And then we [A]rushed out to [Bm]kill something [G]new, so we could [D]bury that [A]too
The first [Bm]chapters of [G]lives almost [D]made us give [A]up altog[Bm]ether
[D]Pushed towards [A]tired forms of [Bm]self-immol[G]ation
That [D]seemed so or[A]iginal, I [Bm]must, we must [G]never stop
[D]Watching the [A]sky with our [Bm]hands in our [G]pockets
Stop [D]peering in [A]windows when we [Bm]know doors are [G]shut
Stop [D]yelling small [A]stories and [Bm]bad jokes and [G]sorrows
And [D]my voice will [A]scratch to yell [Bm]many more
[G]But before [D]I spill the things [A]I mean to [Bm]hide away[G]
Or [D]gouge my eyes with [A]platitudes of [Bm]sentiment[G]
I'll [D]drown the urge for [A]permanence and [Bm]certainty[G]
Crouch [D]down and scrawl my [A]name with yours in [Bm]wet[G] cement[D]
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