Chords for John R. Miller | Faustina

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_ _ _ It was days on end in a minivan.
[Bb] It was [F] looking for an X on the map.
_ _ _ [F] _ Long night shaking in a stranger's house [Bb] with _ a bottle in my lap.
_ _ [F] _ Running from the [C] deafening sound [F] of a future _ with no one around.
_ [Dm] _ _ From [C] Barcelona to [F] Vestal's Gap. _ _
_ _ _ [Bb] I spent countless [C] hours walking.
_ _ [F] I never did like single file.
_ _ [Dm] _ _ Praying [C] to some vague set of eyes [F] that it's only for a while.
_ _ Now I kneel [C] before the only things I know.
[F] This set of keys and I told you so's.
[Dm] _ That [C] someday it'll be worth the [F] miles. _ _ _
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_ _ _ It was cigarettes outside an empty bar.
[Bb] On [F] a dark December morning.
_ _ _ Months of bad food and a pauper's guitar.
_ [Bb] _ [F] Never heeding any warning.
_ _ _ _ I've had friends [C] and I've let my friends down.
[F] Looking for my heart in the lost and found.
_ [Dm] _ Their hands [C] _ trying to stop the [F] rain from pouring. _ _
_ _ And [Bb] I've been gaining on [C] the crack of dawn.
_ [F] With glass eyes and a smile.
_ _ [Dm] _ _ Praying [C] Saint Faustina please [F] let me go out [Bb] in style.
_ _ [F] I'll never know [C] how far it goes.
[F] Till the devil reaps what I've sown.
_ [Dm] _ Till then [C] I'm gonna feel every mile. _ _ _
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