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and she calls me ’cause I’m still a wake.

Can you help me un rav el my lat est mis (D)take?

I don’t love him.

Win ter just was n’t my sea son.

Yeah, we walk through the doors, so ac cus ing, their eyes, like they have an y right at all to crit i (D)cize.

Hyp o crites, you’re all here for the ver y same rea son.

’Cause you can’t jump the track.

We’re like (D)cars on a ca ble, and (A)life’s like an ho ur glass (E)glued to the ta ble.

(Bm)No one can find the re wind but ton, girl.

So (A)cra dle your head in your hands

and

breathe,

just

breathe.

Woh,

breathe,

just

breathe.

In May he turned twen ty one on the base of Fort (G)Bliss.

Just a day, he sat down to the flask in his (D)fist.

Ain’t been so ber since may be Oc to ber of (A)last year.

Here in town, you can tell he’s been down for a while, but, my God, it’s so beau ti ful when the boy (D)smiles.

Wan na hold him, may be I’ll just sing a bout it.

’Cause you can’t jump the track.

We’re like (D)cars on a ca ble, and (A)life’s like an ho ur glass (E)glued to the ta ble.

(Bm)No one can find the re wind but ton, boys.

So (A)cra dle your head in your hands

and

breathe,

just

breathe.

Woh,

breathe,

just

breathe.

There’s a light at each end of this (D)tun nel.

You shout ’cause you’re (A)just as far in as you’ll (E)ev er be out.

And these (Bm)mis takes you’ve made, you’ll just (D)make them a gain if you (A)on ly try turn ing a round.