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Lost
06:59
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But*r
02:00
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Under the Ice
03:34
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Valentine's Day
05:35
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Valentine's Day
(Lyrics- Henderson/ Music Henderson- Brayer)
(Intro)
A#maj D#maj E#maj(sus)
Gmin Dmin (x2)
E#maj D#maj (x2)
E#maj D#maj A#maj (hold A#maj)
(Verse)
A#maj D#maj E#maj
You tell me...
Gmin Dmin
Everything I need to hear
Gmin Dmin
Drowning out all of those fears except my
E#maj D#maj E#maj
own …
D#maj E#maj D#maj A#maj
For I know what toppled Rome.
A#maj D#maj Emaj(sus)
And might you catch me?
Gmin Dmin
If I fell out from on high
Gmin Dmin
from miles overhead with no shot to survive,
E#maj D#maj E#maj
This time... my hands are tied
D#maj E#maj D#maj A#maj A7
and you know I tried so I'll state this...
(Chorus)
A#maj A7 D#maj D#min
I just feel I should say, I love you more and less each day
A#maj7 A7 D#maj- D#min
All because you never took me on to seriously
D#maj F#maj
And though I'm told it's a.. fact
A#maj Abmaj
I know the mold is cracked
A#maj Abmaj
and I'm much to do about that
A#maj (hold)
(Verse)
And no need for reasons why, It's just that
I hate to see the archers crying, for missing a vein
wired to a heart that crushed in-side
Oh, I know it makes you cry that we tried our best
(Chorus)
Happy are the lovers at play, I threw those flowers all away
All in the hope someone might take me on more genuinely
And though I'm told it's much luck
Inside I feel so broken up, how best to describe such a crux?
Solo
A#maj D#maj E#maj(sus)
Gmin Dmin (x2)
E#maj D#maj (x2)
E#maj D#maj A#maj (hold A#maj)
(Verse)
When our hearts ventured over the edge...
In writing on a gravestone above my head
' Now here lies a passion which preferred this instead. '
This time, my hands are tied
and in your eyes...
The torture of our folly, so I'll state this,
'It's only fair you should know as a gift so that we may grow,
To understand never take that stance unless there's certainty
That someone may call your bluff.'
So when you fumble they might bind the cuts
When fools brandish edges which are dull with rust
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Bonus track
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The Tangled Minds California
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there are some misfits who insist that there is no such thing as progress.-Kurt Vonnegut
Best mix performance on a good pair of headphones turned up loud while gazing up at the stars.
The art of life is multi- dimensional. This music is made by me and my friends. Avante!
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