C
all I perceive is wasted and broken
F
silvery streams, sacred when spoken
C
slam into me and into the ditch of de-
F
bris... and you
C
smoke in the park and sleep in the greenery
F
everyone barks and they are all still believing, to
C
tear out your heart would send all your secrets to
F
me... but I let you
Em
down, and swollen and
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small is where you'll find me
Em
now, with that silver stripping
F
off from my tongue you're tearing
Em
out, and you'll never hear me
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talk...