Tired Song

              G            B7
There's these cracks in my skin
       Em       C
Doctor where to begin
    G      C          G
I'm tired, I'm tired, I'm tired
          G             B7
There's a ringing in my ear
        Em        C
Singing angels, I fear
            G                C                G
And they're calling, they're calling, they're calling

              Em          G
There's these lines in my palms
        Em      G
Playing funeral songs
        Em        G         C
They've carved my name in a stone
          Em          G
There's a hole in the ground
         Em           G
While my head, loudly pounds
        Em       G          C
And the coroners calling my phone
       Em                  C
And he talks to me, and he calls the priest
   G               C                    G
We all make sense, of the things to do, in the end

        G         B7
Well my windbands rusted
Em        C
Turnin to dust
        G             C             G
And I'm lonesome, I'm lonesome, I'm lonesome
        G              B7
And the mirror, on the wall
        Em             C
Doesn't look right, at all
      G       C       G
I see nothin, nothin, nothin

         Em               G
But this one thing stares back
        Em           G
And his eyes are all black
            Em             G          C
And they're empty, they're absent, of life
      Em      G
And I see out behind me
          Em                 G
All these ghosts, dressed in white sheets
            Em            G         C
And they've all got their arms open wide
             G                 C                 G
And they hum welcome home, hmm welcome home, hmm welcome home

             G        B7
There's this terrible dream
       Em        C
I keep meanin to leave
      G           C           G
But I can't, no I can't, no I can't
    G              B7
For I'm young, and sickened
    Em             C
And beside, all my friends
      G         C         G
But I run, oh I run, oh I run

      Em             G
And I can't stand it one bit
      Em           G
And I feel that my heart's ripped in
Em        G          C
Two, from leaving my chance
         Em       G
Is there anything worse
        Em       G
Than to miss and yearn
      Em           G       C
For a time that is so long past

        G          C          G          C
But I'm tired, I'm tired, I'm tired, I'm tired
    G           C      G
The dream keeps coming back
        G      C              G          C          G
But I'm tired, I'm tired, I'm tired, I'm tired, I'm tired

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