Malachite Dogs

Intro 
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I slip out the door before the light comes. 
G                                    C 
Heard that trash truck runnin’ and I thought it’d wake you up. 
G                        Am 
Take the confusion and I sew it to my shirt 
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Then I’m gone 



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I walk the corner and I’m twistin’ my ring. 
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It’s funny how escape can feel like a finer thing. 
        Am                             C 
Maybe a line that you crossed but they never saw it coming, 
         Am                       C 
When you cut your loss out like a cancer. 



     G                             C 
Am I gettin’ too accustomed to the change? 
      G                            C 
Is it selfish I don’t wanna die in pain? 
              Am                      C 
And all those malachite dogs that you laid on your dresser 
        Am               C 
Are the only memory that remains 

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G                                    C 
I can smell the burning truth from a side street 
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As all your friends and neighbors start to pull up 
        Am                       C 
And you talk so sweet, call me a visionary 
          Am                                   C 
I get the hiccups, who’m I kidding sometimes I want to stay this drunk 
          Am                                 C 
Here’s to all the boys who were so afraid to love me 
                      G 
That they never spoke up. 



     G                             C 
Am I gettin’ too accustomed to the change? 
      G                            C 
Is it selfish I don’t wanna die in pain? 
              Am                      C 
And all those malachite dogs that you laid on your dresser 
        Am               C 
Are the only memory that remains. 

     G                             C 
Am I gettin’ too accustomed to the change? 
      G                            C 
Is it selfish I don’t wanna die in pain? 
              Am                    C 
And all those malachite dogs that I stole from your dresser 
         Am             C 
Are the only thing, the only thing, 
    Am              C 
the only thing, the only thing 
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that still remains.