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DAMAGE
First Single from You Am I's 5th studio album "Dress Me Slowly"
Tabbed By Daniel Cheail
Standard tuning, capo 3
Chords:
Am Am+ Am6 Am/G Am/F E7sus4 E7 Dm G7 E/G# A Dmaj7 Am(maj7)
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Intro:
Am / Am+ / Am6 / Am+
Am / Am+ / Am6 / Am+
Verse 1:
Am Am/G Am/F
I woke up with the war in my head
E7sus4 E7
An old man's grumble, and an extra space in the bed
Am Am/G Am/F E7sus4
And if ole' John Prine, could sing the next line
E7
'Bout something that can make me smile
Bridge:
Dm G7
I'm gonna have to be content to
E/G# Am Am(maj7)
Stare at your baby photos till it makes sense
Dm G7
And were you ever mine, anyway?
E/G#
Speak up as I drop away
Chorus:
A
I wrote down what I think
Dmaj7
On the head of a matchstick
A
Wrote it all short and sweet
Dmaj7
All that made sense to me
F#m
Burn six thousand miles
Bm
Sorry for all the times
Dmaj7
I just can't add up all the songs
(Repeat intro)
To find the damage we done
Verse 2:
I fought for you like a doll from a tree
I keep a straight stiched face
As the ground makes a bed for me
I keep my eye where I fell it sends no replies
Bridge 2:
You can run so long from sadness
That you're never at home for the fun
I can't make excuses for the short-hand abuses
Thank god it ain't a sunday night
Chorus:
I wrote down what I think
On the head of a matchstick
Wrote it all short and sweet
All that made sense to me
I burnt six thousand miles
Sorry for all the times
I just can't add up the songs
To find the damage...
I wrote down what I think
On the head of a matchstick
I wrote it all short and sweet
All that made sense to me
I'm burning out in the lights
Sorry for all the times
I just can't see how it comes
To find the damage we done
The damage we done
The damage we done
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