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From a Mountain In The Middle Of The Cabins

Tom: D

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 G                                                   Am                                               D 
Lying there with a halo in her hair she cried.
                               Bm                                                                       C 
There are feathers everywhere, but it's fine.
             A                                         D 
You do this all the time.
   G                                 Am                                                                 D 
Crying now, through a rusted smile she knows
                               B                                                           C 
this isn't how he paid the bills before.
   A                                               D 
Drug farm entrepreneur.
   A                 Bm4 
Go, spin circles for me,
     D 
wound relentlessly around the words we used to sling.
     A                 Bm4                                     D 
OH such torturous things always chewing up the only ones
I ever mean.
                                                         G       Am             D 
If you're going then go. Go, go, go.
                                                         G       Am             D 
If you're going then go. Go, go, go.
   G                           Am                                                                               D 
Watch love get strangled by a kite's cold strings.
                                       Em                                               C 
Fall comes early and summer leaves
                   A                                               D 
as a storm with the car keys.
   G                                                           Am                                                           D 
Spark your heels up against the picket fence I built.
                             Bm7                                                                 C 
All your wishes they will sink like stones
   A                                                         D 
slowly down a lonely well.
 A                   Bm7 
Go, spin circles for me,
     D 
wound relentlessly around the words we used to sling.
     A                   Bm7                                     D 
OH such torturous things always chewing up the only ones
I ever mean.
                                                         G       Am             D 
If you're going then go. Go, go, go.
                                                         G       Am             D 
If you're going then go. Go, go, go.