Annabelle Dinda
Written by Anabelle Dinda
Guitar chords Beginner level
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Am                         G                           Fmaj7 
Every time a guy writes a song, he's a cowboy, a sailor 
Fmaj7                            G 
Playing with the world in his palm like the first pioneer 
Am                       G                           Fmaj7 
Every time he opens his mouth, it's a loud movie trailer 
                          G 
Clipping every image and sound he thinks proves he was here 

Am                           G 
A hand, a spike, a physical fight 
                            Fmaj7 
A flash of light, a curtain 
 Fmaj7                             G 
A toll, a tithe, the passage of time 
                          Am 
A height, a dive, a burden 
Am                          G 
A girl, a night, a typical type 
                    Fmaj7 
A siren in the water 
 Fmaj7                            G 
A scroll, a nod, a message from God 
                    Am 
A son, a Holy Father 

 Am                        G                           Fmaj7 
Every time a guy writes a song, he's a sailor, a cowboy 
Fmaj7                           G                           Am 
Holding out the world in his palm like he made it himself 
 Am                   G                                    Fmaj7 
Every time I open my mouth, I think: Wow, what a loud noise 
                           G                          Am 
Still on the soapbox, just hoping I seem underwhelmed 

Am                               G 
The hand, the pen, the writing again 
                          Fmaj7 
The wind around the willow 
Fmaj7                                 G 
The felt, the ice, the passage of time 
                           Am 
The melting down the window 
 Am                                 G 
The now, the then, the thinking of when 
                       Fmaj7 
The bottle in the ocean 
 Fmaj7 
The strike, the pause 
                  G 
The message from God forbid she shows emotion 

Am                     G 
This isn't rage, it's worth a mention 
Fmaj7               G 
This is a fake internal tension 
Am                       G 
Sometimes, I spread out one opinion 
Fmaj7                       G 
And stand on its back to gauge attention 
Am                    G 
This isn't rage, it's too specific 
Fmaj7                G 
I like to hate symbolic limits 
 Am                    G 
This is no statement, I'm complicit 
 Am                   G 
This is a dream, God put me in it 

Am                            G 
A hand, a spike, a physical fight 
                          Fmaj7 
The wind around the willow 
Fmaj7                                 G 
A toll, a tithe, the passage of time 
                           Am 
The melting down the window 
Am                                   G 
The now, the then, the thinking of when 
                      Fmaj7 
The siren in the water 
Fmaj7                                G 
A strike, a pause, a message from God 
                              Am 
Does that make me His daughter? 

Am                            G 
A hand, a shove, a valley, a jump 
                      Fmaj7 
A score under the wire 
Fmaj7                             G 
Just sweep me up, just sweep me up 
                        Am 
And take me somewhere higher 
Am                              G 
Just sweep me up, just sweep me up 
                            Fmaj7 
And take me somewhere higher 
Fmaj7                              G 
Just sweep me up, just sweep me up 
                           Am 
And take me somewhere higher
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