Sounds Familiar chords by The Weakerthans

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		  SOUNDS FAMILIAR - The Weakerthans
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Tuning:  standard
     D   A   Bm  G
e|---2----------------------------------------------------------------------|
B|-------2---3---0----------------------------------------------------------|
G|--------------------------------------------------------------------------|
D|---0----------------------------------------------------------------------|
A|-------0---2--------------------------------------------------------------|
E|---------------3----------------------------------------------------------|


D     A                    Bm                 G
 We emerged from youth all wide-eyed like the rest
D         A    Bm          G
 Shedding skin faster than skin can grow
    D                   A
And armed with hammers, feathers, blunt knives
Bm                G             D            A        Bm
Words to meet and to define and to, but you must know
    D                  A                  Bm               G
The same games that we played in dirt, in dusty schoolyards
            D                A       Bm    G
Has found a higher pitch and broader scale
     D         A             Bm              G
Than we feared possible, and someone must be picked last
    D                   A        Bm
And one must bruise and one must fail
    D                    A             Bm          G
And that still twitching bird was so deceived by a window
      D         A          Bm           G
So we eulogized fondly, we dug deep and threw
    D       A           Bm            G             D
Its elegant plumage and frantic black eyes in a hole
            A             Bm             G                D         A
And then we rushed out to kill something new, so we could bury that too
          Bm          G            D            A       Bm
The first chapters of lives almost made us give up altogether
D              A              Bm        G
Pushed towards tired forms of self-immolation
     D           A         Bm            G
That seemed so original, I must, we must never stop
D            A            Bm           G
Watching the sky with our hands in our pockets
     D          A               Bm             G
Stop peering in windows when we know doors are shut
     D             A           Bm            G
Stop yelling small stories and bad jokes and sorrows
    D             A               Bm
And my voice will scratch to yell many more
G          D                  A         Bm        G
But before I spill the things I mean to hide away
   D                  A             Bm          G
Or gouge my eyes with platitudes of sentiment
     D                  A              Bm          G
I'll drown the urge for permanence and certainty
       D                  A                  Bm G       D
Crouch down and scrawl my name with yours in wet cement