Key: A
Introduction:
D G
When the memory is a blank page
D A Bm
And the teeth in your mouth are all cliches
G
Your heart is a bag of rocks
Em A Bm
And your soul is a pile of ashes on the sidewalk
G
There's an eagle scout project
Em A Bm
I used to come to to feel some kind of magic
G D A D
Now a story less - we'll wait out the days
D G
Wait out the days
D A
Till death comes to claim
Bm G
Anything that life didn't already take
D A D
You can wait out the days
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