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alright...
easy song if it's okay that it's alittle off.




So the wind that blows across your room
                              
Carried cheap perfume onto your dresser 

It rained for jewelry and for credit cards 
                            
Two tickets to a film I don’t remember 
    
One day you’ll kiss your rabbit’s nose, pick up the phone 
                   
To find I've been turned over 
           
And you’ll grab that piece of gold 
                                        
Only to find that the smell has taken over 

Now all the things you had, they aren’t the same... 
            
As what you hold 

same chords heah:

I'm standing in a room, 
It’s filled with older folks pleading "baby listen" 
And I scream as loud as anyone, 
But when asked to make a point I tend to whisper 
Now highways turn to tidal waves 
They’re asking me to export all of your insecurities 

         
But that wind that blows across your room 
                                                
Its gonna set the sails, and send me back to you 

Sometimes, when sailors are sailing 

They think twice, about where they’re anchoring 
                                                     
And I think, I could make better use of my time on land 

Ill drink less 
                              
Cause lord knows I could use a warm kiss 
                        
Instead of a cold goodbye 

I’m writing the folks back home to tell them 
                     
"Hey I’m doing alright" 



It’s a shame what your father did to your brother’s head 
   
He smashed it with a telephone 
           
And your mother got scared and locked the door 
                                           
You were only four, but lord you remember it  
              
So now you’re scared of love
                                                          
I’m here to tell you loves not some fucking blood on the receiver 
          
Love is speaking in code 

It’s an inside joke 
                     
Love is coming home 



same chorus chords
Sometimes, when sailors are sailing 
They think twice, about where they’re anchoring 
And I think, I could make better use of my time on land 
ill drink less 
cause lord knows I could use a warm kiss 
instead of a cold goodbye 
I’m writing the folks back home to tell them 
"hey I’m doing alright" 

                    
yeah I’m doing just fine 
            
and if she seems as lonely as me..... 
         
let her sink. 

let her sink. 

let her





pretty basic...actually, very very basic. SO probably not right, but it sounds alright to sing with.