Chords for mewithoutYou - Mexican War Streets - Pale Horses

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_ _ [D] Those who defy the path I [Dm] lead, the passing of [D] time, the pouring of [B] tea, are all I've lately [F] seen.
Oh, my soul.
[Dm] Until the temporal [Am] bridge be burned, till our anchor [F] stops for a turn, where the hands
of the watch don't turn.
[Bb] Oh, my soul.
[A] _ [D] May our lips remain [F] discreet while your [D] traps are beneath [F] our feet.
But [D] how long before [F] our tails are drawn [Bb] by our [A] world's greed and foe?
[Bb] Are sugar in the cane and candles low?
Candle on the flame for the teapot?
No, [Gm] I tremble [F] at the thought.
[Bb] Sugar in the cane and candles low?
Southside flats for the [C] upscale go.
I tremble [F] at the thought.
_ [Gm] I tremble [F] at the thought.
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_ _ Memory of my first [F] fight, in order to tell someone [D] else.
I called his wife [F] nice, thinking that gave her to you.
[D] Planted with a stone in my hand, but you were quite right.
Nature had another plan.
I'm running for my life.
Nature had another [F] plan.
Some other star like [D] itself will never scatter.
There are never [F] so many somebody [D] else's in your love of lives.
You were right, it's not a person who dies, but [A] who else lies inside?
[Bb] Sugar in the cane and [Am] the candles are low.
[Bb] On the west end bridge, looking [C] down at the Ohio.
[F] I tremble at the thought of what's often referred to [Bb] as karma.
The sugar in the candles are gone.
You panic like a mouse when the lights go [Gm] on.
I admit it was [F] my art to watch your world fall apart.
[Bb] The colorful hills talk [C] me down from the bridge.
To heck with all the drugs my parents did.
I'd like [F] to be worse than the words we print and read.
With a coin in my teeth on Mexican [Bb] war streets.
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_ [Bb] _ _ [G] _ _ [F] _ _ [C] _
_ [Bb] _ _ [F] _ _ [Bb] Verse of sadness [Dm] and mutual need.
And the loud [G] desperation of social [F] routine.
Rock of [C] South Asian light.
[Bb] The sense is [F] surging like oceans.
[Bb] And the [Dm] strings of a rotating needle in your neck.
[D] And springs of Carnegie [F] steel.
[C] Sentient, unfashionable, [Dm] fat, ugly, [E] powerful.
It's like [Bb] oceans between us.
[Dm] It reminds me of the Enoist [A] tree.
My will [F] to succeed.
In [C] relation between.
And [Dm] listening beside me.
[E] And [Bb] the exponential [Dm] vibrations of petrified [Bb] men.
And ships and [G] inflation by Angela [F] Paul.
Who knows [C] us, we do [Dm] nothing different.
And the [G] tornadus [E] between us. _ _