Chords for La Dispute-A Departure/Most Beautiful Bitter Fruit vocal covers

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_ _ _ I'm not [E] sure why we've been writing this, but I guess it feels right.
[Abm] It sort of feels like I [Ebm] have to, like an [Abm] exorcist, I guess that makes me sound crazy, but that's alright.
Lately [Ab] I feel like I might be not that I've [E] heard any voices or anything.
Just like that [B] everyday time where you forget things you shouldn't and you think too [Abm] much about death. _
Maybe you know what I'm talking about.
_ Or maybe you would have known or had known.
Is it once new?
I don't know what [Bbm] just used.
_ _ [Ab] I know I never used to feel like this.
I used to never think of death or hear voices.
I used to feel like everything was perfectly in order, a normal life.
I guess it [Bb] came as a pressure [E] that I [G] know you understand or would have [E] understood.
I guess they say that [G] to that, that must be [Ab] there now.
But in fair [G] enough stories, or [Abm] whatever they are, you can see [G] them.
Anybody could if [E] they could look.
I wrote them [G] down in the margins explaining [E] it.
First the simple [G] sweet lies are in the [Abm] fine print.
First the [G] feeling of abandonment, then trying [Abm] to cope.
The death and [G] hope as a thing itself, waiting [E] for me.
It's not [G] there is a place just ahead [E] of here.
It's there waiting [G] for you or for me.
I'm [E] not sorry.
_ [G] The whole story.
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For everything. _ _ _ _
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_ _ [Em] _ After sundown, before sleeping, I am the worst of me.
[Bm] I am a mess of these old themes and the murmur of half dreams.
Whispered [Em] seductively and say it's fictit, fear fiction.
These visions, caught somewhere between [Am] delusion and prophecy.
What I haven't done, what I've wanted to, and what [Em] I fear you have becomes [E] reality here.
Bright lights as they ignite, keep to the beat, a classic [G] party scene, crowded and interesting.
[Am] No love, no life, no history.
Just touch, [G] just chemistry.
[E] Shot or running under, current simple and sensory.
Young bodies, warm [Gbm] skin, perfect symmetry.
And it's a moment, hard-loaded energy.
It's like medicine, it's a health [E] discovery.
See, all the secrets I keep, why are they secrets?
It's only [D] temporary, the fleeting [C] feeling of warmth, the flash before the light gets blurry.
[B] But through your longing for [C] more than what the body wants [A] now, and what the body wants now more than [E] anything.
Was it [D] integrity?
Did I get my head [C] swept up?
Or was it the thought [G] of getting too far ahead of you?
[B] Was it that I got too tired of [E] the toss and the twang?
Or was I just scared?
[Bb] I only know I never wanted to get [C] left behind.
No [Bm] pauses, not a second [E] guess.
Earth is [Em] swaying and I stumble like a spider.
[C] They're just [Bm] movements towards feeling.
[Em] It doesn't matter, neither hesitate [C] to carry on.
A kind [Bm] of energy, sweat and block out [E] everything to find every [Em] atmosphere.
Come fill the [C] animal parts.
Bad flames taste fruit, [D] taste bitter [Em] fruit.
Just trying to learn how [E] all the wires in the body work.
Just [Bm] try to feel it out, it's [C] like medicine.
Find the healing in what I've prepared to [E] get jumping.
I wanna [D] feel it out, I wanna know [C] how it works.
I wanna know [G] if it was worth it to worry.
[B] I'm not the ghost I [C] fear would haunt the memory.
I'm not the deadly touch to the fear that's [E] judging me now.
I wanna [D] know how it is, and then I won't [C] fall through.
They take the hole in me and push the [B] suit.
Maybe it's only [C] that I've never gotten over you.
[D] Or am I still [Am] scared?
I see the church steps, [D] a vision.
Is [C] there fiction in this one [Em] too?
It's true.
I've [C] made a tale of it here, so [B] it's a little unclear who's been haunting whom.
[G] And time can be [C] such a funny thing.
[G] Always moving to the future, [D] glorifying the past and [C] amplifying the pain.
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_ [E] _ _ _ I'm just a little [G] bit [Am] crazy, but I'm not crazy.
I'm just a little bit crazy.
I'm just a little bit crazy.
I'm just a little bit crazy.
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