Mark Chords by Shahmen

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Skin [Fm] the color of a [Cm] bark, [F] clothes smelling like [C#] trees, digging [C] my earth, find my roots
[G#] and weeds, my truth [Gm] bleeds right [Fm] back in the arm, no [C#m] scar but I left my [C] mark, my friend
got cleaned [G#] and OD'd, life is [Cm] just that dark.
_ [F] Clothes smelling like [C#] trees, digging [Fm] my earth
for my roots and weeds, my truth [F] bleeds right back in the arm.
No [C#m] scar but I left my [F] mark,
my friend got cleaned and [G#] OD'd, life is just that [F] _ dark.
But life is just [C#] that bright, and
when [Fm] the sunset shines, I seen the graph keep writes.
I'm back tonight, with a sack to light,
in honor of the past I write.
I'm wide open with no glass of wine, stuck in the barrel,
[A#m] I'll get better with [C] time, while you measure how [F] the pleasure declines.
I'm stacking cheddar
while the bread just fries.
With my eyes and my ears glued here, I'm a grind, clutty, creeping
on the comma, _
[C#] [C] sleeping to the sun's [G#] up, telling secrets to the drum [Fm] thumps, pledging allegiance
to the blood pump.
Until I lose my last leader, here's my one love, and all these angels got
their guns up, but no fear, with my teeth and my tongue touched, I am here and I speak
[C#m] for these young [C] bloods, who've seen the flood and they [Fm] drug all the angels up.
Set sail through
the world in the name of trust, hard work in the crux that it made in us.
I'm about
to bust all my veins full of gold dust, the 1985 California gold rush, in the spine plus
the flesh that [C#m] it holds [C] up.
I'm out for [Fm] mines and my wolves got us sewn up, one crow, one
[C#] eagle on my shoulders, [Am] and my eyes hold the [Fm] light that approaches.
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