Cicada Days. Tabulatur von Will Wood (für Baryton)

[Intro]
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[Verse]
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The greener grass grows where the wildfires 
fertilize,
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With ashes of sparrows, peppered moths, and 
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butterflies. Ghosts of trees and termites
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Bloom in the beanstalk.
 
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And if you get lightheaded when standing too fast, is
 it from
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Shaking out the weight of phosphenes and past salt 
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deposits, on warm little rivers,
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That burst from our words
 
 
[Pre-chorus]
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And god knows crying ain't gonna change a thing.
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She said "take care" but I take more than I bring.
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[Chorus]
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She said, "It just feels inhumane to lose this much.
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'Cause when you leave you know you take more than 
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your love."
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Just one week of cicada days, we're losing touch.
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And I know it just feels inhumane to lose this much.
 
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[Verse]
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Our nerves were braided under ceiling stars, that 
were all
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Glow in the dark, hanging over queen-sized
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Purple waves of ancient chemicals. Just whisper.
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Did you ever build with those endangered bones? Well 
the
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ground looks soft enough to bury this now. Ohhhh,
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Please, oh no.
 
 
[Pre-chorus]
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And then my sponsor said "Do nothing. Nothing works."
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And then my doctor said "Don't do that if it hurts."
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[Chorus]
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She said, "It just feels inhumane to lose this much.
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'Cause when you leave you know you take more than 
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your love."
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The seasons of cicada days we can’t make up
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And I know it just feels inhumane to lose this much, 
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[Bridge]
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Let all my red flags fade to white, yeah, I give up.
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Don't let me leave, I'll only take more than I gave. 
Okay, I'll pack my stuff.
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Here at the end of days, my god, what have I done?
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Christ, now it feels damn inhumane to get all I've 
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dreamed of. Woahhhh!
 
 
[Outro]
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Keep coming back, it works if you work it
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So work it, you're worth it, it won't if you don't
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One day at a time, tomorrow's too late, amen.