Forty Miles From The Sun

Tom: Am

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There is nowhere left to hide.
                       G
There is nothing to be done.
                F
No people to be saved.
                   Am          G
No pets were never named-forty miles from the
Am
sun.
                       Am
As darkness craves the mind.
                              G
We'll come undone without our pride.
                    F
No time on earth to come.
                       Am          G
All the pleasures just begun-forty miles from
    G
the sun.
                         Am
In our coats beneath the layers.
                        G
Wash my skin of all the hate.
                   F
We should sleep in late.
                        Am           G
Everything just kind of grates-forty miles from
    Am
the sun.
                           Am
I need to loose to make it right.
                        G
I'll confront the stars tonight.  I
                   F
will babble I will bite.
                               Am
You'll never know how much you shine-forty
G              Am
miles from the sun.