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Intro: G verse C If it was only in our heads, only in our dreams G Nothing we ever spoke of, nothing evergreen C you know I dreamed we were hunted by lions, bursting for air so we hid out in the brambles and played like we were dead G D never terrified of what that might mean Em C G Why is it clinging to life, this longing that should now be dead? Em D G Why do I need you, feeling your claws in my back? Em C G I've got a few ideas and an image of you in my bed verse C If it was only a mirage, a hopeless scene G Nothing close to water, nothing so serene C you know I dreamed we were walking a wire across a ravine locked in on each other and then I hear you scream G D but I never saw you open your mouth Em C G Why is it clinging to life, this longing that should now be dead? Em D G Why do I need you, feeling your claws in my back? Em C G I've got a few ideas and an image of you in my bed Instrumental G C Em D G Em C G verse C If it was only for the foolish, decision to careen G Nothing that you walk from, nothing so clean C you know I dreamed of the end of the world, that whole nightmare routine I found you in the closet with your mother's old tureen G D You said there's one fear I had not confirmed Em C G Why is it clinging to life, this longing that should now be dead? Em D G Why do I need you, feeling your claws in my back? Em C G I've got a few ideas and an image of you in my bed Em C G I've got two ideas, and an image of your claws in my back
Em C G Why is it clinging to life, this longing that should now be dead? Em D G Why do I need you, feeling your claws in my back? Em C G I've got a few ideas and an image of you in my bed
Em C G Why is it clinging to life, this longing that should now be dead? Em D G Why do I need you, feeling your claws in my back? Em C G I've got a few ideas and an image of you in my bed Em C G I've got two ideas, and an image of your claws in my back
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