Altar Wine

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Am
I'm just like my mother, she sighed,
                  Fmaj7
Only she hides it better
                        G
I see colors in words
                  Em      Fmaj7
I'll draw pictures for ya

Am
Come hear me speak about my longings
                           F
All my goodness, all my cruelty
                                 G
When was the last time I cried?
                                 Em      Fmaj7
Truth be told I can't remember

Am
There was once a man who loved me
                           F
He was older; he left a scar
G
And a book about an angel
Am                                  Em    Fmaj7
Who made her way back home to God

                              Am
I still think about him sometimes,
                                   F      Fmaj7
Running my finger up it's spine
                           G      A
May he fall into a well
                                  Em   Fmaj7
He left me old before my time.

       Am
So I'm writing this here song
Out on a sick bag just for you
       G                           Am
In the hopes that in the process
                         Fmaj7      Am
I might conjure up a few scenarios
Filled with old ghosts who
Wander and dress in your clothes
Come over here you fucked up muse,
Read me Sassoon
            Fmaj7            F     Am
Out of your head on altar wine

Am G Am Fmaj7
                                 Am   F    Am
Out of your head on altar wine
Am  Gm Am

                                       Am
She paused for air, she bit her lip
                                       F
Picked the candle, struck the match
G
The smoke, the flame, the glow
                                       F    Fmaj7
The Persian curtains start to dance
                                 Am
Fix your eyes upon this mirror
                           F
Let me grab my spirit level
                                     G
Swear you'll keep me safe forever
                                    C     F
Tell the truth and shame the devil

                           Am
So I'm writing this here song
Out on a sick bag just for you
In the hopes that in the process
                                      F
I might conjure up a few scenarios
                                    Am
Filled with old ghosts who
Wander and dress in old clothes,
Come over here you fucked up muse,
Read me Sassoon
                               F  Am
Out of your head on altar wine

                                F   Am
Out of your head on altar wine
            F                       Am
Out of your head on altar wine

Am                              F Am
Out of your head on alter wine

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