Unless Its Kicks

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C6: x3x210
G6: 3x2003
Capo IV
Intro:
C G x 2
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What gives this mess some grace unless it's
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kicks, man - unless it's
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fiction, unless it's
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sweat or it's songs? What
     C
hits against this chest unless it's a
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sick man's hand, from some
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mid-level band? He's been
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driving too long on a
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dark windless night, with the
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stereo on, with the
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towns flying by and the
F              G
ground getting soft. And a
C
sound in the sky, coming
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down from above, it sur-
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rounds you and sighs and is
F          G
whispering of what
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pulls your body down, and that is
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quicksand. So climb out
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quick, hand over hand, before your
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mouth's all filled up. What
C
picks you up from down unless it's
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tricks, man? When I've been
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fixed I am convinced that I will
G
not get so broke up again. And on a
C
seven day high, that
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heavenly song punches
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right through my mind and just
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hums through my blood. And I
C
know it's a lie, but I'll
G
still give my love. Hey, my
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heart's on the line for your
F              G
hands to pluck off. Oh...
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     C
What gives this mess some grace unless it's
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fictions - unless it's
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licks, man, unless it's
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lies or it's love? What
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breaks this heart the most is the ghost of some
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rock and roll fan, just floating
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up from the stands with her
F            G
heart opened up. And I want to tell her, "Your
C
love isn't lost," say "my
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heart is still crossed!" Scream, "you're
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so wonderful! What a
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dream in the dark - about
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working so hard, about
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growing so stoned, trying
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not to turn off, trying
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not to believe in that lie all on your
C
own."
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         La la la
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la       Oh oh oh
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Oh
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