E Abm With split lips, oh a smile can be hard.E A Dirt, blood, grit, a catalogue of youthful scars.E Abm They made it clear from the very start,E A That pain lies beyond the cries of damned young hearts.B Dbm F#m E B Does it show in my sunken eyes that these concrete skies move too slow?E Abm Tarmaced seas; a breeze from lonely nights.E A Blood drips downs my knees...I'm sick of worthless fights.B Dbm F#m Does it show in my sullied smile that it's not my style?E B Time slows, let me go.E Abm But I just let things slide,Dbm In the glow of pale lights,A As our laughter splits the night.E Abm In time, I'll grow to find,Dbm That all we'll ever have,A Are blissful moments quickly passed.F#m It's obscene,B E They're so few and far between.E Abm I'll take solitude and I'll take calm.E A All my hopes were chewed and spat out (with charm).B Dbm Faith entwined all my deepest fears,F#m And my strange ideas,E Youth might be kind.E Abm But I just let things slide,Dbm In the glow of pale lights,A As our laughter splits the night.E Abm In time, I'll grow to find,Dbm That all we'll ever have,A Are blissful moments quickly passed.F#m It's obscene,B E They're so few and far between.
Youth
The Crookes
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Tom:
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