Loves Lines

Intro: 
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| C   C2 C  | A4  Am    | C   C2 C  | A4  Am    | 



    C                      F 
Can somebody come find the love lines on my palm? 
    G                             F(b5)     F 
Can they bend my ten fingers, then drag me along? 
    C                       F 
Can somebody unearth what I can't promise is there? 
      G                            F(b5)         F 
Is it me who has to search? Always me who has to bear? 



  F/C                    C 
I open up my chest every time somebody asks me 
       G/B                          F/C 
In the morning, on a mountain, in a basement or a taxi 
  Dm                             C 
I open up my chest for some translation, for a peek in 
         G/B                               F/C 
But that language is long dead, and I fear no one's left to speak it 
     G/B                               F/C 
That language is long dead, and I fear no on's left to speak it 


Instrumental: 
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| C   C2 C  | A4  Am    | C   C2 C  | A4  Am    | 


 
    C                        F 
I'd rather b a muse than completely overcome 
      G                                F(b5)         F 
And I make you dance for me so you'll never think to run 
        C                   F 
It's my fault I get bored before you're close to done 
              G                                  F(b5)          F 
Though you're walking out the door, we both know I'm the guilty one 

 
  F/C                    C 
I open up my chest every time somebody asks me 
       G/B                          F/C 
In the morning, on a mountain, in a basement or a taxi 
  Dm                             C 
I open up my chest for some translation, for a peek in 
         G/B                               F/C 
But that language is long dead, and I fear no one's left to speak it 
     G/B                               F/C 
That language is long dead, and I fear no on's left to speak it 


C  C2 C  A4 Am 
   Da-da-da-da 
C  C2 C  A4 Am 
   Da-da-da-da 


     Dm 
So I waste what isn't mine 
      Bb 
And I mourn what never was 
      F 
And I tell myself I'm waiting 
        C 
For the right reason to come 
  Dm 
I waste what little time 
      Dmmaj7/Db 
We're given 'til it's gone 
      Dm7/C 
And I pencil-draw the lines 
      G                Bb 
On my wide and waiting home 


  F/C                    C 
I open up my chest every time somebody asks me 
       G/B                          Dm7 
In the morning, on a mountain, in a basement or a taxi 
  Dm                             C 
I open up my chest for some translation, for a peek in 
         G/B                               F/C 
But that language is long dead, and I fear no one's left 
  Dm                     C 
I open up my chest every time somebody asks me 
       G/B                          F/C 
In the morning, on a mountain, in a basement or a taxi 
  Dm                             C 
I open up my chest for some translation, for a peek in 
         G/B                               F/C 
But that language is long dead, and I fear no one's left to speak it 
     G/B                              F/C 
That language is long dead, and I fear no on's left