Locust chords

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_ C# _ _ _ B _ _ E _ _ .
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_ _ C# _ _ B _ _ _ E _ .
_ _ Bm _ _ _ _ _ _ .
_ _ C#m _ _ _ _ B _ Em _ .
_ D _ _ _ _ _ _ _ .
_ B _ _ _ E _ D _ C# _ B _ .
_ C# _ _ _ E _ D _ F# _ Em _ .
_ D _ B _ _ Em _ G# _ C#m _ D _ .
_ _ C#m _ _ Em _ B _ _ A _ .
_ _ _ A# _ _ G# _ _ F _ .
_ Sweet _ B _ _ _ .
F caress, _ _ _ B _ places my F _ skin.
_ B _ It's loveless, F _ _ _ G _ tears of F sinking.
_ _ _ B Behind the name of F _ disguise, _ _ B _ an instant _ F cry.
B It's almost gone like a _ knife.
_ _ G The rest could pay A for being proud.
The B shadows shroud, louder C# than sound.
The wings G face down, _ _ A _ .
descending _ B down.
E _ _ C# _ B _ .
_ _ C# _ _ E _ F# _ _ Em _ .
D A B joke, a _ Em _ Bm C#m false B.
consumer.
_ C#m _ _ _ B _ _ A _ .
Suffer until A# they know G# scare.
_ F _ .
_ _ _ _ B _ _ _ _ .
F Surrender, _ _ B _ these things are F _ blind.
_ G _ Fear, B fire, war, F _ _ _ _ E _ nothing B takes pride.
_ _ Three, four, bury the F nest, _ _ _ B _ see how F they die.
_ _ B Upon the wind that F begets, _ _ B _ _ G a desolate land.
A Forming clouds, the E shadows B shroud.
_ _ _ A The wings face G down, _ _ A _ _ .
descending B down.
E _ _ C# _ B _ .
_ _ _ C# _ E _ Bm _ _ .
E Converse A the jolt, the B Em beast Bm of C#m souls.
B.
Consume C#m love, _ B it all.
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A Suffer until A# they know N scare.
_ _ .
_ _ _ Reading _ from my eyes, this question, this dual way.
That _ reading, _ from inside, _ these moments, chances of triumph.
Bm _ _ _ _ D _ .
Appears and Bm _ holds C# a G kiss.
_ _ Bm _ _ _ _ .
D _ _ _ G# The angels say.
C# _ .
_ _ _ Bm _ _ _ _ _ .
_ _ _ C# _ Bm _ _ _ _ .
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C# _ _ _ _ _ G _ _ _ .
_ F#m _ _ _ _ G _ _ _ .
A _ _ _ _ G _ _ _ _ .
F#m Forming E _ _ _ B _ _ _ .
_ _ _ _ C _ _ B _ _ .
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_ _ _ _ C _ _ B _ _ .
_ _ _ _ _ G _ F# _ _ .
_ _ G _ _ _ _ F# _ _ .
_ _ B _ _ _ _ F#m _ _ .
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_ _ _ B _ _ _ F#m _ _ .
_ _ Em _ _ D _ _ F#m _ _ .
_ _ _ C# _ _ _ G _ _ .
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_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ .
_ A clouds, the shadows B shroud.
Louder than A sound.
The wings face G down, chance A of fail.
The lies B you veil, you're a A yellow wheel.
_ G _ _ .
A Stompin' sound, the B shouting crowd.
Ain't those F#m the truth that weighs G the round.
The F#m soul _ may come B _ _ down.
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_ Em _ _ _ B _ _ E _ D _ .
_ B _ _ _ C#m _ _ _ Dm _ .
F# _ Em Converse the C#m B jolt, the beast Em _ D.
C#m of souls.
Bm Consume C#m love, it's Em young.
B _ .
A Suffer A# until they know B scare.
_ E _ _ .
C# _ B _ _ _ _ C#m _ _ D _ .
_ Em _ _ D Jolt, the Em beast of E souls.
Bm Consume love, C# it's young.
_ B _ .
_ A Suffer until A# they know scare.
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N Oh.
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C# _ _ D _ B _ _ _ _ _ .
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G# _ _ _ N _ _ _ _ _ .