[intro] Bm [verse] A Bm7 Lover of things, F#m D won’t you agree how the winter could bring A Bm7 The darkest spring? With hell on your face F#m D Dirt on the walls in the back of the place A Bm7 F#m D You grew and complained [chorus] A Bm7 Father of three, F#m D won’t you believe that the ones in between A Bm7 The ones that are blamed, of fickle faith F#m Cynics that seethe, D how they’re children are cursed A Bm7 F#m D A Bm7 F#m Cursed to believe [verse] D/A A Bm7 F#m Marrow without bone D A Bm7 F#m To live in a house with no home D A Bm7 F#m Where the son is the darkest seed D Crawls with the curs A Bm7 F#m D F#m D in the weeds [chorus] A Bm7 Where’d you been son? F#m D Not in the street, not in the yard A Bm7 F#m Only once, call off the dogs, D A Bm7 F#m call off your guard D Where’d you go, where’d you go A Bm7 F#m D A Bm7 F#m D Where’d you been? A Bm7 F#m D A Bm7 F#m D A Where’d you been?
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