Foxing — Grand Paradise

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E                C              F              C#m          C

[Verse 1]

             E          C
I can be romantic
            E          C
When I'm starving for sleep
        E        C
When I try but I can't seem
    F           C#m           C
To remember anything
                   E         C
With hair from a dog
                           E           C
I’ve got a fistful of its mane
                          E
It’s too coarse to stomach
      C                    F
So I shove it down my throat
     C#m       C               A#
Luck left late Saturday and now

                Am
Jesus Christ I'm wrecked to bed
G#m                                       A#
They watch me sleeping in the kennel again
                  Am             G#m
I can't recall the bark but the bay, I admit
         D                   C
If I was listening I could hear it

[Verse 2]

                              E           C
I’m shock-collared at the gates of heaven
                        E                  C
25 years that I’ve been trying to shake loose
         E            C
And if I try to sit still
               F                 C#m             C
Then someone's breathing down my neck
                              E               C
So I'm embarrassing myself again
                 E            C
I should see myself out
                    E
Lay me down in the tub
C                 F
Throw away my phone
        C#m          C          A#m
Strap a muzzle to my mouth now

                     Am
And Jesus Christ I'm wrecked to bed
G#m                                        A#
They watch me sleeping in the kennel again
                  Am             G#m
I can't recall the bark but the bay, I admit
         D                   F
If I was listening I could hear it

F                     C                   Am

                           F                     C                      Am
If I was listening I could hear it

[Chorus]

If I listen I can hear
F                    C
Palms kept white hot gold rings folded like a
Am
Knot tied tight sweat leave sleep take me now
F
I've done nothing right
C
I've gone wrong beside
Am
I can't see what's there

But if I listen I can hear
F                  C
Luck bent low roar drum pressed to the glass
    Am
The glass pressed loose soft spots marked on the wall
F
Wall an empty stomach
C
I've done nothing right
Am
I can't see what's there
If I listen I can hear

F                    C
Palms kept white hot gold rings folding like a
Am
Knot tied tight sweat leave sleep take me now
F
I've done nothing right
C
I've gone wrong beside
Am
I can't see what's there

I can't see anything at all

A#                  Am                     G#m
A#                  Am                     G#m

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