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G - 320010
Am - x02210

               F
Well I’ve been wading in your waves up to my chin,
        Am
sinking slowly deeper as the waves roll in.
        F
Losing sight of land, I’m wondering,
          Am
“How’d I ever trick myself to get back in?”
        F
Believe me, there’s no harder thing in this life
          Am
than believing that happiness is within my arm’s reach
       F
and seeing that there is beauty in this world
                    Am
that I have been missing, and I don’t want to miss no more.

F G Am
{Chorus]
               F                    G               Am
These are the days that are putting wrinkles on my face,
                          F                       G                Am
and I’ve been forced to admit that the slightest weight could bury me.
              F                        G
And now the leaves are turning on the trees
              Am
and there’s a map between me and what I need.
         F                G                         Am
I don’t know if it needs me, it feels like I’m sinking.

F G Am (x2)

                         F
I’m throwing darts at a map,
             Am                               F
trying to remember where I left my heart last.
            Am                                           F
So when the van’s packed up and the tank is filled with gas,
        Am                                      F      Am
we can make our way from the east coast to the west.
               F
And you could call…
                                         Am
Or I’ll see you all next summer or next fall,
                                             F
and we can talk about the year we spent apart
                                         Am
since the last time every city stole my heart.

               F                    G               Am
These are the days that are putting wrinkles on my face,
                          F                       G                Am
and I’ve been forced to admit that the slightest weight could bury me.
              F                        G
And now the leaves are turning on the trees
              Am
and there’s a map between me and what I need.
         F                G                         Am
I don’t know if it needs me, it feels like I’m sinking.

F G Am (x4)

               F                                    Am
These are the days that are putting wrinkles on my face,
                          F                                        Am
and I’ve been forced to admit that the slightest weight could bury me.
              F                        G
And now the leaves are turning on the trees
              Am
and there’s a map between me and what I need.
         F                G                         Am
I don’t know if it needs me, it feels like I’m sinking.

               F                    G               Am
These are the days that are putting wrinkles on my face,
                          F                       G                Am
and I’ve been forced to admit that the slightest weight could bury me.
              F                        G
And now the leaves are turning on the trees
              Am
and there’s a map between me and what I need.
         F                G                         Am
I don’t know if it needs me, it feels like I’m sinking.
         F                G                         Am
I don’t know if it needs me, it feels like I’m sinking.
         F                G                     Am
I don’t know if it needs me, I know I’m sinking.

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