Chords for The Assassin's Apprentice - Stephen Fearing

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_ _ _ _ _ [D] _ Denial is a sickness [G] people get it like [Dm] religion.
[D] A beacon in our bodies that we fly toward like pigeons.
A curtain that we draw to keep us hidden from the people we were [G]
yesterday.
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_ _ _ _ _ In [F] this frame, in this figure, [Cm] this space within [F] my head,
[Fm] there's a man that lies [Db] in anger like [Eb] a body in a [Fm] bed.
But I've [Ab] been steering clear [Eb] of myself, [C] the ragged times [F] and the emptiness [Fm] I cannot fill.
I've [Db] _ _ [Eb] _ [Fm] got distance on [Db] my breath, a restless [Eb] spirit in [Fm] a bottle.
I've [Cm] got skies under [Db] my boots where [Eb] my soul steps on [Fm] the throttle.
And [Ab] I'm sick in constant [Eb] motion with [C] a lifetime [Fm] of tomorrows [F] in front of me.
_ _ _ _ Most [Db] everybody knows [Ab] just hey, no, [Eb] this little ring [C] of hell.
[Db] All the questions that we [Ab] won't ask ourselves [C] and the answers we [Fm] won't tell.
But [Db] in the margins [Ab] of our lives, the [C] long bookends of each day,
[Bb]
[Fm] dreams fly like a ravens as [Db] we see what we [Eb] can't [F] see.
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Denial is a sickness people get it like religion.
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Beacon in [Cm] our bodies that we [Eb] fly toward [Fm] like pigeons.
[Ab] A curtain that we [Eb] draw to keep [C] us hidden from the people we [Bb] were yesterday.
_ _ _ _ [Eb] I've [Fm] got distance [Db] on my breath, a [Eb] restless spirit in [Fm] a bottle.
I've got skies under [Db] my boots where [Eb] my soul steps [Fm] on the throttle.
[Ab] And I'm sick in [Eb] constant motion [C] with a lifetime of [F] tomorrows in front of me.
_ _ _ Most [Db] everybody [Ab] knows just hey, no, [Eb] this little ring [C] of hell.
[Ab] All the questions that we won't ask ourselves [C] and the answers [F] we won't tell.
[Db] But in the margins [Ab] of our lives, the [C] long bookends of each day,
[Bb]
[Fm] dreams fly like a ravens [Db] as we see what we [Eb] can't [Bb] see.
_ _ _ _ _ And [Eb] I've been living in a country [Cm] where everybody's split [Ab] in two.
[Eb] A state of limbo that [Bb] divides us, [Ab] but we feel from what we do.
[Db] Where silence [Ab] is a virtue, [Db] emotion [Ab] is a childhood [Gb] scene but never heard.
_ _ _ _ _ Never heard.
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_ _ _ _ _ [Bb] _ [Fm] A temple like a sheath, a spiral shell upon a snake.
And the winds that twist within [G] me fill my body like a sail.
[Ab] I'm colder [Eb] than a pistol [C] and I'm triggered by the fugitives [Ab]
[Bb] inside of me.
_ [F] _ _ Most [Db] everybody [Ab] knows just hey, [Eb] no, this little [C] ring of hell.
[Db] All the questions that [Ab] we won't ask [C] ourselves and the answers we [Fm] won't tell.
[Db] But in the margins [Ab] of our lives, [C] the long bookends [Fm] of each day,
[Bb]
dreams fly like a ravens [Db] as we see what [Eb] we can't see. _
[Bb] _ _ [Db] We see what [Ab] we can't [Bb] see.
_ We [Db] see what [Eb] we can't [Fm] see.
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