Cifras
This Grudge

Tono: C

Introducción:

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 C7M         C         C7M     C               Em           C 
fourteen years thirty minutes 15 seconds I've
 Em                 C 
held this grudge
 C7M     C       C7M     C                                       Em         C 
eleven songs 4 full journals, thoughts of punishment
 Em             C 
I've expended
not in contact not a letter such communication telepathic
           F                               C 
but who's it hurting now?
 F                                           C 
Who's the one that's stuck?
 F                                     C 
Who's it torturing now
                                   G 
with an antique knot in her s
                                           C                   F 
I want to be big and let go of
               G                                   F 
this grudge that's grown old
                     C                           F                     G                     F 
All this time i've not known how to rest this bygone
                             C                     F 
I want to be soft and resolved
                         G             F 
clean of slate and released
                           Am                       G           F     C 
I want to forgive for the both of us
Like an abandoned house dusty-covered furniture still intact
                                           C                   F 
I want to be big and let go of
               G                                   F 
this grudge that's grown old
                     C                           F                     G                     F 
All this time i've not known how to rest this bygone
                             C                     F 
I want to be soft and resolved
                         G             F 
clean of slate and released
                           Am                       G           F     C 
I want to forgive for the both of us
                   Am                   C     G 
Maybe as i cut the cord veils will lift from my eyes
                   Am                         C 
Maybe as i lay this to rest dead
 G 
weight off my shoulders will rise
Here i sit, much determined ever ill-equipped to draw this curtain