Clockwork

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There is glass between our touch,  
C#               Fm 
phantom limbs of former love... 
F#            Fm      F#   Fm     Ebm   C# 
and the truth is that I am so terrified  

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that the callous is deeper than  
C#          Fm      F# 
the surface of our skin 
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and it takes us twice as long,  
        Fm           Ebm         C# 
it takes us twice as long to heal.  

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we'll lift up the ground to see  
C#            Fm       F# 
the system of roots beneath.  
       Fm          F# 
gears turn, endlessly,  
             Fm            F# 
to bring the world back to life  
          Ebm           C# 
like clockwork, when it dies.  

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the cadence of beating hearts,  
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the click of its moving parts  
F#               Ebm 
grows louder and louder  
F#        Fm       F# 
from this restless earth...  

Fm        F#          Fm      F# 
future gardens wait patiently below  
        Fm           F#      Ebm 
and somehow we smell them blossom 
            C#  
through the snow.  

C#       Fm 
still unsatisfied,  
C#            Fm 
we chase what we're denied.  
C#     Fm 
as generations wait,  
C#         Fm       F#       Fm 
we can't resist the taste of possibility.  
F#    Fm            F# 
gears turn, endlessly, 
            Fm           F#  
to bring us back to life again. 
          Ebm       C#  
like clockwork, we begin.