Gold Mine Gutted Chords by Bright Eyes

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_ _ It's dawn, a little [G] whiskey, and [F] a blinking midnight [C] clock.
_ [Am] Speakers on [G] the TV stand, [F] just a turntable [Em] to watch.
[Am] Smoke came out [G] our mouths on all [Dm] the hooded [F] sweatshirt balls.
We [Am] were stroke of [F] luck. _
We were gold mines, you gutted us.
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From the sidelines [Em] you see me [G] run.
[F] Until I'm out of [C] breath.
Living the good life [Em] I left [G] for dead.
[F] The sorrowful [Em] midwest.
Well [G] I did my [F] best to keep my [C] head.
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_ [B] _ _ [F] _ _ It [A] was glass stained jeans [G] and incompletes and [F] a girl from class [Am] to touch.
But you think about [G] yourself too much and [F] you ruin who [Em] you love.
[Am] Well all these claims that [G] consciousness might [Dm] strayed off [F] freedom.
Let's [Am] have a nice clean [F] cut.
_ _ Like a bag we buy in Philly, y'all.
_ _ [C] From the sidelines [Em] I see you [G] run.
[F] Until you're out of [C] breath.
And all those white lines [G] that sped us up.
[F] We hurry to our [Em] death.
Well I like the [F] harm you got us.
[C] And I'm _ [Am] _
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