Lucy Dacus — Historians

    	    	Вступление

[Intro]
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[Verse 1]
D                     G
You said "Don't go changing
          A                 D
I'll rearrange to let you in
    D               G
And I'll be your historian
     A          G
And you'll be mine
      G        A         D
And I'll fill pages of scribbled ink
 G          A          D
Hoping the words carry meaning"

[Verse 2]
      D            G
Then one day, the motorcade
  A
Covered in flower wreaths
 G                    D
First in a big parade
      D              G
Will come to take one of us away
              A                   G   D
Leaving the other with plenty to read

[Verse 3]
  G      A              D
This is what I want to talk about
     G           A             D
But somehow the words will not leave my mouth
                G              A      G         D
Was I most complete at the beginning or the bow?
                    G
If past you were to meet future me
              Am       G                   D
Would you be holding me here and now?