Gifts From The Crows

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G*                          G*
Morning hits me up early, I follow my thoughts down the road,
  G*                                         G*
I take what I find, I keep my pockets lined, looking for gifts from the crows.

     C                                        C
They follow me all through the branches, they call out the signs of warning,
               G*                  G*
they gather and off they go.
     C                                        C
They follow me all through the branches, they call out the signs of warning,
               G*                  G*
they gather and off they go.

                       Em         C    D     Em         C    D
But I don't want to be all alone, all alone, all alone, all alone,
Em         C    D     Em         C    D
all alone, all alone, all alone, all alone,
                   D    D                         G*         G*
shining on the way home   I found a gift from the crows.

          G*                                 G*
There's a candle set on the table, there's a orange burning low in the sky.
          G*                                   G*
There's a fragile peace washing over me but it never outpaces the night.

          C                                           C
And we're telling the tales of our longings and we're piercing the veil
                                G*           G*
with our stars that we scored from memory.
          C                                           C
And we're telling the tales of our longings and we're piercing the veil
                              G*           G*
with our stars as we scored the memory.

                       Em         C    D     Em         C    D
But I don't want to be all alone, all alone, all alone, all alone,
Em         C    D     Em         C    D
all alone, all alone, all alone, all alone,
                   D    D                         G*         G*
shining on the way home   I found a gift from the crows.

                       D                                   D
Keep my pockets lined,   they're shining for me on the way home,
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all of these gifts from the crows.

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