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They call me Tundra Boy
Join Date: Sep 2005
Location: In your linen cupboard.
Posts: 1,157
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Gm - - - / Eb - - - / Cm - - - / D - - - / Standing at departure gate Check in complete, but I don’t want to step away Each pace I take towards that plane Is a small punishment, for stubborn headed dreams CHORUS: Eb - - - / Gm - - - / Cm - - - / D - - - / Though I’ve got everything I need now Clothes to last a hundred days Through worn out hems and ketchup stains It makes me sick to have to leave now Ambition is a noose for love Distance hurts, yeah Distance really sucks VERSE: Gm - - - / Eb - - - / Cm - - - / D - - - / Now the future's become real and present-day Once distant worries are flying in too fast Don’t want to wake up continents away Without your body in my grasp CHORUS: Eb - - - / Gm - - - / Cm - - - / D - - - / Though I’ve got everything I need now Clothes to last a hundred days Through worn out hems and ketchup stains It makes me sick to have to leave now Ambition is a noose for love Distance hurts, yeah Distance really sucks MIDDLE SECTION: Cm - - - / F - - - / Gm - - - / F - - - / Cm - - - / F - - - / Gm - - - / D - - - / Every choice I’ve made In the last two years Seems to show the masochistic streak in me Brought myself bad luck Brought myself to tears Brought myself to where my instincts did not want to be VERSE: If you train your telescope to the right point on the map You’ll find me muttering regrets That I ever left, that starting point and Made myself distraught, and you bereft CHORUS: Eb - - - / Gm - - - / Cm - - - / D - - - / Though I’ve got everything I need now Clothes to last a hundred days Through worn out hems and ketchup stains It makes me sick to have to leave now Ambition is a noose for love Distance hurts, yeah Distance really sucks |
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