Absynthe Makes The Heart Grow Fonder
Jason Webley
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(início)
C After a couple glasses, G Am G The floorboards don't feel so secure. C G F G And I'm afraid I could really go down tonight. C I'm out-numbered by the ashes, G Am G Held hostage by the door. C G F G And the air in here is so damn loud tonight.
Chorus
F G But I've got this old four-by-six photograph, C Am Your face pressed up against my shoulder, F G C G Little pools of salt mark where tears have dried. F G And I've got this big needle stuck in my chest, C So deep it's starting to tickle. F G Am I'm a thousand miles from the chimera I chase. F G C G Love is a sadness with a face.
Verse
C There's a darkness in all wanting, G Am G My intentions all feel stained, C G F G And the Devil keeps filling my glass tonight. C My adrenaline is clotting, G Am G And the faces in here all seem strange. C G F G But I just want to touch something that'll last tonight.
Chorus
F G If I could just taste one sip of an answer, C Am Maybe I could break out of this drunkard's prison. F G C G I'm homesick for a place I might have never seen. F G Something more than these old feet brought me here, C So these feet can't take me away. F G Am No I didn't get here on my own, F G C G Whoever brought me here's gonna have to bring me home.
Chorus
F G But I've got this old four-by-six photograph, C Your face pressed up against my shoulder, F G C G Little pools of salt mark where tears have dried. F G Something more than these old feet brought me here, C So these feet can't take me away. F G Am I'm a thousand miles from the chimera I chase. F G C G F G C Home is a sadness, not a place.
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