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Tom: A
A D
Frozen into coats,
Bm
White girls of the North,
G D
Fire past one, fire the one,
D
They are the fabled lambs,
E
A Sunday ham,
Bm
The ancient snow.
A D
And they can float above the grass,
A
In circles if they tried,
G D
A latent power I know they hide,
D
To keep some hope alive,
E Bm
That a girl like I could ever try,
A
Could ever try.
F#m D E
So we just skirt the hallway signs,
F#m
A phantom and a fly,
F# D E
Follow the lines and wonder why
There's no connection.
A D
And weakened falling eyes,
Bm
In cheap shots from the tribe,
G D
And we're often in Marcus’ porch again,
D E
Another afternoon with the gold head tunes,
Bm
And pilfered booze.
A D
We wandered through your mama's house,
A
And the milk from the window lights,
G D
Family portrait circa ninety-five,
D
This is that foreign land,
E
With the sprayed on tans,
Bm
And it all feels fine,
A
Beats circus slime,
F#m D E
So, when they tap our mundane heads,
F#m
To zombie-walk in our stead,
F# D E
This town seems hardly worth our time,
F#m D E
And we'll no longer memorize or rhyme,
F#m
To fall along in our crime,
F# D E
Stepping over what now towers to the sky,