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My Songbook

Runner by Laura Stevenson

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E                                A        E
To give yourself a little bit of hope's a lie
    B                                    E
You said, "we're just spinning where we stand."
E                                   A        E
And if you cling to tokens for your life you find
    B                      E
You wind up with imaginary men

Dbm             A
Static transmit me
             E                             B
To the other side of another room in pieces
Dbm           A
Like a steady beating

           E                 B                
The summer hurts. The summer hurts. 
           E                 A   E
The summer hurts. The summer hu-urts. 
           B                 E
The summer hurts. The summer hurts.

E                               A        E
The telescopic pull of what you know's a lie
     B                   E
It's broken down 100,000 times
E                                     A          E
The parts collapse, in caving they're inside the atmosphere
      B                                E
We're carving out our names into the air

          A                  E                 B          A
You are a runner, the steady balance as you're gaining in speed
        E       B          Dbm               B
A photograph to scale the thrashing of your feet
                A              E        B           A
And it won't be over until the big, backhand of the sun
          E              B            Dbm            B
Beats the tar out of the road you are on until it's won you

           E                 B                
The summer hurts. The summer hurts. 
           E                 A   E
The summer hurts. The summer hu-urts. 
           B                 E
The summer hurts. The summer hurts. 

E                                 A       E
And as for all your suffering you won't escape
    B                                E
The sting until you're buried in the ground
E                                    A                    E
The beauty that you breathe into the air won't clear your name
              B                               E
You have been sinning since the day you came around

          A                  E                 B          A
You are a runner, the steady balance as you're gaining in speed
        E       B          Dbm               B
A photograph to scale the thrashing of your feet
                A              E        B           A
And it won't be over until the big, backhand of the sun
          E              B            Dbm            B
Beats the tar out of the road you are on until it's won you

           E                 B                
The summer hurts. The summer hurts. 
           E                 A   E
The summer hurts. The summer hu-urts. 
           B                 E
The summer hurts. The summer hurts. 

               Dbm             B                
The summer hu-urts. The summer hurts. 
           E                 A   Dbm
The summer hurts. The summer hu-urts. 
           B                 E
The summer hurts. The summer hurts. 
           A   Dbm             B                
The summer hu-urts. The summer hurts.
                E            A   Dbm
The summer hurts. The summer hu-urts. 
           B                       E