Through Windows Chords by The Republic Of Wolves

_ [Bm] _ I am not the devil [B] under [G] the water
[Bm] Pulling you down [B] by your own _ _
_ _ [Bm] Splitting and shriveling, [A] seeping [G] out of me
_ [Bm] God, I'm afraid of [A] the songs you've [G] been singing me
[Bm] God, I cannot hear [A] your voice quite so [G]
clearly
_ [E] _ As [Em]
I am the [F#] _ _
walls [G] crumbling _ _ _ [Bm] down
_ We _ _ [D] are _ [G] traitors, _ [B] saints
No, _ _ [D] we are not [G] _
_ [Bm] afraid _ _ _
Hate [D] cannot be [G] _
_ [Bm] prayed
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_ _ [Bm] _ am just a sinner
_ [E] Pulling [G] my splinters [Bm] out
Shipping _ away at [A] a crackling [G] _
flame
[Bm] Well, I felt my shoulders [A] begin to [G] get lighter
[B] When I [Bm] realized that [A] it all would [G] get harder
_ [Em] _ _ But I don't [F#m] _ believe [F#] _
in [G] the shut-up
_ _ [Bm] When _ _ you [D] can't sing through [G] the _ [Bm] tears
_ No, _ [D] we are not [G] _
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[Bm] _ _ I _ am not [G] the only _ [Bm] _ _ one
On your [A] _ [G] street
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_ _ [Bm] _ I am the sides on [G] the cracker _
Pretend I'm [D] the sides
As I am [Em] the wall
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_ _ [Bm] You're watching _ all [G] alone
Windows of saints
[D] No, they're making me something [Em] I _ [E] love
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_ There's no wrong or right
But you never grew out of the secrets you kept
To keep all the fun that it all made for naught
_ _ Carried for miles inside of your mind
[Bm] Now I'm writing down all of my secrets
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_ And pulling the strings they've attached to my face
But I'm time-lapsing, I'll just end up cursing at God
And filling those spaces with black and white fog
[G] The [Bm] sorrow, _ life in the glass on [D] the floor
Well, what you think of that shake it was for
_ _ Floating downstream, chasing [G] after [D] my bones
Well, I guess I grew old, but I never went home _ _ _ _
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