Mangroves Chords by Shahmen

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[Ab] _ _ [E] _ _ [Dbm] _ _ [E] Nobody can [Ab] save you, the force will [E] embrace you.
Crawl from out [Dbm] the bed in the house and [E] chase you.
You can try [Ab] to hide but the wind can [E] face you.
You can try [Dbm] to fight but the wind may [E] maim you.
By the end of [Ab] the night they will cry and [E] hang you.
Hide to the heights where you lie and dangle.
[Ab] Do you believe in the [E] angels?
I [Dbm] believe I'm trying to light up my [E] candles.
While the paranoia grows like branches of mangroves.
Using water from stones and eating bare [Ab] bones.
And all the things in [E] the books while I buried those.
But I'm still trying to carry all my buried [Ab] foes.
Back home and make [E] them friends so that it never goes.
On and on, on and on like [Ab] a broken song.
And start [E] to feel it like the wolf's in your smoke.
And I, I see the signs being told as I walk this road.
Made it rose out of gold, but the bones was [Fm] cold.
When I dug them out that dirt, [E] trying to build my home.
Haunting by these crows, but I'm a spoofoe.
And I see the signs [Ab] being told as I walk this road.
Made it rose [C] out of gold, but the bones was cold.
When I dug them out [Ab] that dirt, trying to build my home.
Haunting by [Db] these crows, but I'm a [E] spoofoe.
I'm through with [Ab] my life, I'm through with my life, [E] I'm through with my life. _ _
[Abm] _ _ I'm through.
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[Ab] I'm through with my life.
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[Abm] I'm through with my life.
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[Gb] I'm through with my life.
[Ab] _ _ _ _ [Db] _
I'm through with my life.
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All the anxious [E] things the xenophobe tackles, broken injured wings, reading poems backwards,
review never caught the reflection of a bastard, goodness gracious man, Eden grew past it.
Old video cameras that seen it's goals, you have to so fractured during the footage, so my ankles are shackled.
[Abm] Strange fruit hang [E] low, loops upside the dangle, from an alternate angle, how I believe in angels.
Wingspan full spectrum might seem gray though, staring at a blank page, whole box of crayons.
Seeing my worst days, my anxiety strangles me in my best days, smiling sliding off the rainbow.
Landed in the swamp to make it out of the fuego, man made peso, god golden ratio, pepper not for bankroll.
Look at how the cake swolls from UFO fables to actual fiery halos.
The black ash will really become a tiger when it's safe, so see what he was made. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ See the signs been told [G] as I walk this road, [Ab] made of rose out of gold, [E] but the bones was cold.
[Ab] Mother dug them out the dirt, trying to build my home, haunted by these woes, but I must move forth.
See the signs been told as I walk this road, made of rose out of gold, [F] but the bones was cold.
Mother dug them [Ab] out the dirt, trying to build my home, haunted by these woes, [E] but I must move forth. _
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[Gb] The [Dbm] shaman, _ wherever and whenever he or she does their shamanizing,
the shaman is a person [E] who is able to transcend the dimensional [B] confines of cultural. _
_ [Gb] They are, they know more than [Dbm] the people they serve.
The people [B] they serve are [Dbm] like children within the game of culture.
[A] Only the shaman knows what culture is a game. _ _ _