Sunday Afternoon

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  Take me out to see the stars, I’ve been dying to
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The past few weeks I’ve given my last ounce of trying too
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Everything I want to say is always on the tip of my tongue tied, twisted tongue
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Like how I miss my old friends and the blood rush of being young
C#m Asus2 E x2

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And I’m just gonna’ be honest for the first time in awhile
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I miss the way her home smelled, her southern accent, the way she made me smile
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But now I’m coming home, all alone, tired to my bones
Country roads treat me fair
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I haven’t even seen the gravestone that I paid to have placed there
C#m Asus2 E x2

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He said son don’t you miss that southern sun keeping you warm
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Before you ever sang a word and the lines of liars formed
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But those cicadas in the back acres, are waiting on you
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And every damn word of The Birdhunters still rings true

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It’s kind of odd, finding God, once you get sober
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I know I’m not a good man but I know I’m one step closer
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You seem to know me so well now that I’m doing okay
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But I heard silence on the phone when you heard me struggle yesterday
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Yeah I heard silence on the phone when you heard me struggling yesterday

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  Take me out to see the stars, I’ve been dying to
    C#m                       Asus2              E
The past few weeks I’ve given my last ounce of trying too
    C#m                      Asus2                   E
Everything I want to say is always on the tip of my tied up, twisted tongue
     C#m                Asus2           E
Like how I miss my old friends and the blood rush of being young

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