Intro

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If I was the kind who was inclined to cry
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I'd cry for the strings I cut loose
      Em
& I'd cry for the bridges I burned
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Just to make myself a little room to move

Now I'm full up with lessons learned
& the days that are made just to throw them away
Now I'm closing all the curtains
I'm switching off the phone
Now I took down all your cameras
& I open the fridge

& hung from the hinges with the eggs & garlic
The cheese & tomatoes
The milk & the beer
The strings & the bridges of a brand new year
The first tear was a note
& the note made a song

& I hung the song from the hinges of the door
Then I carried on just the same as before
& nothing got different
& nothing got changed
But a new tune gets sweeter & simpler with age

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If you leave it alone
        G          D
If you leave it alone
        G            Bm
If you leave it alone
Bm                            A
It gets sweeter & simpler & softer & slower
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& younger the longer you leave it alone

So I wrote you a note & the note read:
"There's so much good silence in the emptiest heads
I tipped my mouth towards pillowless beds
& poured out my brains & my guts into ears

& for each dear black sentence a sheer lack of tears
No I don't want those words back, I don't miss those years
But if I could hold your knees again under my chin again
If I could kiss your nose us both brittle & thin again

Maybe then baby then I could get light again
Maybe then baby then I could get light again
If I could kiss your toes, kiss your ribs, kiss your fingers,
Well, maybe then baby then I could get light

& then I would be light
I would be liked
I would be liked"

Ah, but if you leave it alone
If you leave it alone
If you leave it alone

It gets sweeter & simpler & softer & slower
& younger the longer you leave it alone

Leave it alone
Leave it alone
Leave it alone
Leave it alone