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INTRO:
D                G               A               A
D                G               A               A

CHORUS:
D                G            A               A
He kinda shoulda sorta woulda loved her if he coulda.
D            G                 A              A
This story's getting very near the end.
D                G            A               A
He kinda shoulda sorta woulda loved her if he coulda.
D                 G             A             A
(But) He'd rather be alone than pretend.

VERSE 1:
G                                       A
She wanted him to love her but he didn't.
G                                       A
He took to the woods and wandered in it.
G                                       A
Walked along and on until they couldn't.
G                                       A
Stoned himself to tell her that he wouldn't

REPEAT CHORUS

1ST INSTRUMENTAL BREAK:

D    A    B    G    E    E    A    A     (twice)

VERSE 2 (slight changes):
G                                       A
She wanted him to love her but he didn't.
G                                       A
He took to the woods and wandered in it.
G                                       A
He walked along and on 'til his legs couldn't.
G                                       A
Stole her voice to tell her that he wouldn't.

CHORUS AGAIN

2ND INSTRUMENTAL BREAK:

D    A    B    G    E    E    A    A     (twice)

G    G    A    A    G    G    A    A     (twice)

CHORUS AGAIN

END ON D AFTER DRAMATIC PAUSE


Corrections Welcome
-- 
mike roark > "Man was matter, that was Snowden's secret. Drop him out a window
           > and he'll fall. Set fire to him and he'll burn. Bury him and he'll
           > rot like other kinds of garbage. The spirit gone, man is garbage.
           > That was Snowden's secret. Ripeness was all."   - J. Heller