Key: E
Introduction: E A E
E A E
I walk the streets of Japan till I get lost
A E
Cause it doesn?t remind me of anything
A E
With a graveyard tan carrying a cross
A E
Cause it doesn?t remind me of anything
A E
I like studying faces in a parking lot
A E
Cause it doesn?t remind me of anything
A E
I like driving backwards in the fog
A E
Cause it doesn?t remind me of anything
E D A
The things that I?ve loved the things that I?ve
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lost
D A E
The things I?ve held sacred that I?ve dropped
D A E
I won?t lie no more you can bet
D A
I don?t want to learn what I?ll need to forget
( * Toque a intro)
E A E
I like gypsy moths and radio talk
A E
Cause it doesn?t remind me of anything
A E
I like gospel music and canned applause
A E
Cause it doesn?t remind me of anything
A E
I like colorful clothing in the sun
A E
Cause it doesn?t remind me of anything
A E
I like hammering nails and speaking in tongues
A E
Cause it doesn?t remind me of anything
E D A
The things that I?ve loved the things that I?ve
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lost
D A E
The things I?ve held sacred that I?ve dropped
D A E
I won?t lie no more you can bet
D A
I don?t want to learn what I?ll need
Dm
Bend and shape me
Am
I love the way you are
A Am
Slow and sweetly
G E
Like never before
Dm
Calm and sleeping
Am
We won?t stir up the past
A Am
So descretely
G E D A E
We won?t look back
E D A E
E D A
The things that I?ve loved the things that I?ve
E
lost
D A E
The things I?ve held sacred that I?ve dropped
D A E
I won?t lie no more you can bet
D A
I don?t want to learn what I?ll need
E A E
I like throwing my voice and breaking guitars
A E
Cause it doesn?t remind me of anything
A E
A like playing in the sand what?s mine is ours
A E
Cause it doesn?t remind me of anything