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Cadd9 G/B D/A
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B|--3-----------------3---------3----------|
G|--0-----------------0---------2----------| (The notes in parenthesis are optional, I tend to add them in
D|--2-----------------0---------0----------| during the chorus or other 'large' sounding sections)
A|--3-----------------2---------0----------|
E|-------------------(3)-------(2)---------|
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We were cloaked in the awning of night or early morning.
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Through the headboard there’s a flicker of light
and light warning.
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Sophie’s on the bunk overhead reading Mary Oliver
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while I lay still in my bed.
That’s when I see you there.
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Fawn doe, light snow.
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Make me feel alive,
make me believe that all my selves align.
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Fawn, doe, light snow.
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Spots on brown of white
make me believe that it is all alright.
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Your soft face pressed to the wilt,
first spring sunrise
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standing low on quivering stilts.
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In attempting to keep you to stay I am raising no alarm.
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It is just us two alone.
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Then I feel a sigh of wind, your raising eyes
a rolling fog that lets you hide
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and I can hear the rustling as you go.
Oh, go slow.
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Fawn doe, light snow.
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Make me feel alive,
make me believe that I don’t have to die.
Cadd9 G/B D/A
Fawn, doe, light snow.
Cadd9 G/B D/A
Spots on brown of white
make me believe that there’s a God sometimes.
Cadd9 G/B D/A
The ring around your mothers heart
grows saccharine then falls apart
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and I can hear the rustling as you go.
Cadd9 G/B D/A
You camouflaged or clearly seen
and nameless in the in-between
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and I can hear the rustling as you go.
Cadd9 G/B D/A
The firing of rifles off
the echo hits you hard enough
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and I can hear the rustling as you go.
Cadd9 G/B D/A
A soft and skittish self inside
shines golden, opal, chrysolite
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and I can feel the rustling as you go.
Oh, go slow.
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A mob a voices harmonize
and tell me that youre not alive
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but I can feel the rustling as you go.
