Cicada Days

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The greener grass grows where the wildfires fertilize
                                                          Em
With ashes of sparrows, peppered moths, and butterflies. Ghosts of
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Trees and termites
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Bloom in the beanstalk
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And if you get lightheaded when standing too fast, is it from
                                                     Em
Shaking out the weight of phosphenes and past salt deposits, on
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Warm little rivers
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That burst from our words

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And god knows crying ain't gonna change a thing
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She said "take care" but I take more than I bring

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She said, "It just feels inhumane to lose this much
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'Cause when you leave you know you take more than your love."
              G                             D
Just one week of cicada days, we're losing touch
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And I know it just feels inhumane to lose this much
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Our nerves were braided under ceiling stars, that were all
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Glow in the dark, hanging over queen-sized
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Purple waves of ancient chemicals. Just whisper
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Did you ever build with those endangered bones? Well the
                             D7            Em  G
Ground looks soft enough to bury this now. Ohhhh
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Please, oh no

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And then my sponsor said "Do nothing. Nothing works."
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And then my doctor said "Don't do that if it hurts."

               G                                 D
She said, "It just feels inhumane to lose this much
                 Em                 G                    D
'Cause when you leave you know you take more than your love."
           G                             D
The seasons of cicada days we can’t make up
               Em             G                 D
And I know it just feels inhumane to lose this much, woah

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Let all my red flags fade to white, yeah, I give up
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Don't let me leave, I'll only take more than I gave. Okay, I'll pack my stuff
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Here at the end of days, my god, what have I done
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Christ, now it feels damn inhumane to get all I've dreamed of
       Em G
Woahhhh!

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Keep coming back, it works if you work it
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So work it, you're worth it, it won't if you don't
     Em               G                  D
One day at a time, tomorrow's too late, amen

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