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Tuning: Standard

4 Chords You’ll Need:
[C/G]

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INTRO:
C/G Am G (x3)

VERSE 1:
S[C/G]unlight goes down, as you pack up your t[C/G]hings
F[C/G]eelings amount, we can work out the kink[C/G]s
Y[C/G]our eyes on fire, as you drag him towards the d[C/G]oor
Y[C/G]our bags so heavy, leavin’ marks across the floor

CHORUS:
I[C/G] guess, I win, goodbye again
G[C/G]o spread the news, Oh and don’t forget your shoes
It’s going to be a [C/G]long walk
And you know what you could lose
O[C/G]h, when you’ve got mountains to [C/G]move[C/G]

VERSE 2:
I[C/G] suppose you can’t leave the mark of all[C/G] your saints
Y[C/G]ou aim too high, and I'm just trying to keep it [C/G]straight
W[C/G]orse times are coming and I don’t have to tell you,
Times are already h[C/G]ard,
G[C/G]ood luck out there getting where you think you’re heading for

CHORUS

BREAK:
And oh, once I was a fool
Who would brush all my [C/G]fears aside
There was nothing I wouldn’t do
But now, I really seen the world on the [C/G]surface
Just, doesn’t show you what it hides, oh, no, no

CHORUS

OUTRO:
[C/G]

x x(lr) x x x x x x|

e|–5———–5————–5-|-5———–5—————–|
h|—5———-5————–5-|–5———-5————7—-|
g|—-7—–5—7—(7p-5)—–5-|—7—–5–(7)—(7p-5)——-|
d|—–7–7—–7———7—-7-|—-7–7—–7—————–|
a|——5—-5–5———–5–5-|—–5—–5-5———-5——|
e|——————————-|——————————-|

D is Dsus4 2, C is Csus2, B is Bsus2,
Dsus2 x57755
Csus2 x35533
G x20033

Verse:
Summer is lost now
The frost is closing in
To the cold gospel dollar
The poor man walks in sin

I can’t get no entrance
The doors all in rows

I pray into the distance
Let me out these heavy clothes

I beg
Indian summer I need some return
So hard to get warm where
It’s so easy to get burned
Down on the pavement the laws are learned
It’s so hard to get warm where
It’s so easy to get burned