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g am, bm-c-g
capo 3

i see how you got there
i see why you fell
i saw when he pushed you down that well

i want you back up here
with me on dry land
but you need to reach out your hand

f-g-am
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theres a row of palms all curved in line
that caught your eye when you tumbled down
and though the concrete cut you on your toe
you could not help but smile.

the wind told me
all of your secrets
and i listened
until i, like you,
was full of air.

she would write for days
and then erase
until the only word left was 'him'.

and in this darkness
i become captivated
of the noise outside
that would be only background
but for the stillness in here
that echoes
each innocuous creek
of this old house

its not fair to put trust in a rose
for it shall soon wilt and die
and even in its most glorious moments,
its adorning thorns await a prick.

the smoke in your mouth
say what you need to say
i'll take it as fair
and pretend like i'm listening

the stain on my blouse
refuses to wash away
the smoldering fire
in ashes and dust we lay