Chords for Mark Heard - 3 - I Know What It's Like (To Be Loved) - Ashes And Light (1984)
Tempo:
128.4 bpm
Chords used:
E
B
A
C#m
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret

Jam Along & Learn...
[E]
They say that the body is not of a durable kind,
Just cosmic as trees, distant as bones in the ground.
[A] While we and our [A] fortunes are gathered in dust,
assumptions [E] to rest.
[B] Well, I know where that hope lives, and I know what it's like [E] to be lost.
Hate is a secret, and often we know who's been had.
We do run to others, and in love with a vision, it's fair.
They say that the body is not of a durable kind,
Just cosmic as trees, distant as bones in the ground.
[A] While we and our [A] fortunes are gathered in dust,
assumptions [E] to rest.
[B] Well, I know where that hope lives, and I know what it's like [E] to be lost.
Hate is a secret, and often we know who's been had.
We do run to others, and in love with a vision, it's fair.
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C#m
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_ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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They say that the body is not of a durable kind, _ _ _ _
Just cosmic as trees, distant as bones in the ground. _ _ _ _
[A] While we and our [A] fortunes are gathered in dust,
We yearn for a hope that would lay those assumptions [E] to _ _ rest.
_ [C#m] _
[B] Well, I know where that hope lives, and I know what it's like [E] to be lost. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ Hate is a secret, and often we know who's been had. _ _ _ _
We do run to others, and in love with a vision, it's fair.
And _ _ _
_ [A] when we've had all our barbarian fun, we yearn for a heart that would soften like wax [E] and motion. _ _ _ _
[B] Well, I know about forgiveness, and I know what it's like to [E] be loved.
_ _ What _ [B] _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [A] _ _ _ _ [B] _ _ _
[E] _ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [B] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
shall we lie down with no everlasting _ _ exchange? _ _ _
With no fascination _ beyond its investment of _ range? _ _
_ [A] As our inheritance sinks, swept out sea, we ache with the knowledge that's not the way [E] it should be. _ _ _
[B] Well, I know that's not the way it is, and I know what it's like [E] to be loved. _ _ _ _
[B] Well, I know that's not the way it is, and I know what it's like [E] to be loved.
_ What's _
_ [B] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[E] it like to be _ loved? _ _ _
_ _ It's just _ a dead _ end, _ but I'm not dead.
_ _ _ _ Oh, [C#m] what's it like to be loved? _ _ _
That's what it is.
_ _ _ No, it's not to be loved. _ _ _ _
It's to be loved.
_ _ Oh, it's _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ not _ _ to _ be loved. _ _ _ _
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_ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
They say that the body is not of a durable kind, _ _ _ _
Just cosmic as trees, distant as bones in the ground. _ _ _ _
[A] While we and our [A] fortunes are gathered in dust,
We yearn for a hope that would lay those assumptions [E] to _ _ rest.
_ [C#m] _
[B] Well, I know where that hope lives, and I know what it's like [E] to be lost. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ Hate is a secret, and often we know who's been had. _ _ _ _
We do run to others, and in love with a vision, it's fair.
And _ _ _
_ [A] when we've had all our barbarian fun, we yearn for a heart that would soften like wax [E] and motion. _ _ _ _
[B] Well, I know about forgiveness, and I know what it's like to [E] be loved.
_ _ What _ [B] _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [A] _ _ _ _ [B] _ _ _
[E] _ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [B] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
shall we lie down with no everlasting _ _ exchange? _ _ _
With no fascination _ beyond its investment of _ range? _ _
_ [A] As our inheritance sinks, swept out sea, we ache with the knowledge that's not the way [E] it should be. _ _ _
[B] Well, I know that's not the way it is, and I know what it's like [E] to be loved. _ _ _ _
[B] Well, I know that's not the way it is, and I know what it's like [E] to be loved.
_ What's _
_ [B] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[E] it like to be _ loved? _ _ _
_ _ It's just _ a dead _ end, _ but I'm not dead.
_ _ _ _ Oh, [C#m] what's it like to be loved? _ _ _
That's what it is.
_ _ _ No, it's not to be loved. _ _ _ _
It's to be loved.
_ _ Oh, it's _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ not _ _ to _ be loved. _ _ _ _
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