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verse 1 E My home videos won't mean a thing in fifty years A C#m B That day will come and all I've done will render A forgotten E Old VHS tapes, the broken arm and the baby A C#m B My first bike ride when my dad told me he A wouldn't let go of the seat E VHS videos, 'Here he is, the man of my dreams' A C#m Now those tapes, that meant everything to me, B A aren't even fit for a yard sale E It hurts C#m When friends are hurting B A G# A And my friends are hurting E C#m A verse 2 N.C. Look below the surface, do you see the N.C. spawning salmon? A Unaware, or well aware, they're living and dying E Feel the money magic, the forest like a couch A C#m B Can you forget those days of vast daring, lone A poplar five dollar bills? E It hurts C#m When friends are hurting B A G# A And my friends are hurting E It hurts C#m When friends are hurting B A G# A Now my friends are hurting Instrumental E C#m A Outro E C#m It hurts A When friends are hurting E C#m It hurts A When friends are hurting E Now my friends are hurting End on E
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