Chords for Patterns

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_ _ _ The night sets softly with the hush of [C] falling _ _ leaves, _ _ casting shivering shadows [D] on the houses
through [Cm] the _ trees. _ _
_ [D] And the light from a street lamp paints a pattern [F] on my _ _ [A] wall, _ _ [D] like the pieces [Cm] of a puzzle
[Bb] or a _ [A]
child's uneven scroll. _ _ _ _
_ Up a narrow flight of stairs in a narrow [F] little room, _ [A] _ _ _
as I lie upon my bed in the early [Cm] evening
_ _ gloom.
_ _ _ [D]
Impaled on my wall, my eyes can [F] dimly see _ _ _ _ the pattern [C] of my life [Eb] on the [Cm] puzzle [A] that is me.
_ _ _ _ _ From the moment of my [Dm] birth to the instant of my [G] _ death, [Dm] _ _ _ [A] there are patterns I must follow
just as I [Gm] must breathe each breath.
[C] _
_ _ [A] Like a rat in a maze, the path [F] before me _ _ [Dm] lies, _ _ and the pattern [Cm] never alters [Bb] _ [C] until the rat [Dm] dies.
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_ _ [Dm] The pattern still remains on the wall where [F] darkness fell, _ [Dm] _ _ _
and it's fitting that it should,
for in [C] darkness I must _ _ dwell.
_ [Dm] Like the color of my skin or the day that I grow [Cm] _
_ _ [Dm] _ old, my life is [Cm] made of patterns [Bbm] that can [Cm] scarcely be controlled.
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