Ray LaMontagne - Empty, аккорды

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Intro
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She lifts her skirt up to her knees
                                                  
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Walks through the garden rows with her bare feet, laughing
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I never learned to count my blessings
                                    
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I choose instead to dwell in my disasters

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Walk on down the hill
            
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Through the grass grown tall and brown
               
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And still it's hard somehow to let go of my pain
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On past the busted back
        
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Of this old and rusted Cadillac
     
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That sinks into this field collecting rain

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Will I always feel this way
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So empty, so estranged

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Of these cutthroat busted sunsets,
                                          
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These cold and damp white mornings I have grown weary
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If through my cracked and dusty dimestore lips
                                          
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I spoke these words out loud would no one hear me

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Lay your blouse across the chair
    
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Let fall the flowers from your hair
    
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And kiss me with that country mouth so plain
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Outside the rain is tapping on the leaves
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To me it sounds like they're
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applauding us, the quiet love we make

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Will I always feel this way
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So empty, so estranged

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Well I looked my demons in the eyes
                                         
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Laid bare my chest said do your best and destroy me
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See I've been to hell and back so many times
                         
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I must admit you kind of bore me

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There's a lot of things that can kill a man
           
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There's a lot of ways to die
        
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Yes and some already dead who walk beside you
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There's a lot of things I don't understand
       
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Why so many people lie
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Well it's the hurt you hide that fuels the fires inside you

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Will I always feel this way
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So empty, so estranged

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