The past and the Pending

The Shins

Composição de: James Mercer / The Shins
tom: D
Intro: E D A G E D A D

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"as someone sets light to the first fire of Autumn
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 we settle down, to cut ourselves apart.
 E          D               A            G
 cough and twitch from the news on your face
 E                    D       A           D
 and some foreign candle burning in your eyes       (Intro)
  E          D           A          G
 held to the past, too aware of the pending
  E                  D          A              D
 chill as the dawn breaks and finds us up for sale
  E         D           A               G
 enter the fog another low road descending
  E              D               A              D          A
 away from the cold lust, your house and summertime
                 G                A
 blind to the last curse of the fair
             G             A
 pistols and countless eyes
     G              A
 a trail of white blood betrays
         C              D                A
 the reckless route your craft is running
                G              A
 feed till the sun turns into wood
             G           A
 dousing an ancient torch
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 loiter the whole day through
       C                   D                 A
 and lose yourself in lines dissecting love         (Intro)
 E               D              A           G
 your name on my cast and my notes on your stay
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 offer me little but doting on a crime
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 we've turned every stone and for all our inventions
 E                D              A             D         A
 in matters of love lost, we've no recourse at all    
 A              G                 A
 blind to the last curse of the fair 
                G          A 
 pistols and countless eyes
                    G     
 a trail of white blood betrays 
          C             D                 A
 the reckless route your craft is running
                G                A
 feed till the sun turns into wood
           G             A
 dousing an ancient torch 
                G                    C                 D 
 loiter the whole day through and lose yourself in lines dissecting, 
   C                    D            C                     D 
 lose yourself in lines dissecting, lose yourself in lines dissecting..."
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