Em C G D
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x Em C
you’re not unlucky , you’re just not very smart
G D
these things will never leave you – they’re as close as you can get
Em C G D
to a blueprint for the future – but you can call it fate .
Em C
it’s like these days i have to write down almost every thought i’ve held ,
G D
so scared i Am becoming of forgetting how it felt ,
Em C
and these fears they will unravel me one day ,
G D
but still i Am afraid .
Em C
but i’m blessed –
G D
just to be , more or less –
Em C G D
standing in the afterglow of rapture with the words the rapture left
Em C
oh blessed –
G D
just to be , more or less –
Em C G D
standing in the afterglow of rapture with the words the rapture left .
Em
now you’re blessed amongst all women ,
C
now a man who’s very good ,
G D
he tells you how you feel until your life is understood ,
Em C
and he leads you through it arm in arm as though
G D
there was a map to guide the way .
Em C
now you write because you love him , now you write because he’s kind ,
G D
you write so much , you look up and you wrote yourself behind ,
Em C G D
and you’re standing in a labyrinth of paper and the map has been erased .
Em C
but you’re blessed –
G D
just to be , more or less –
Em C G D
standing in the afterglow of rapture with the words the rapture left .
Em C
are you blessed?
G D
just to be , more or less?
Em C G D
now you’re standing in the afterglow of rapture , but there is no rapture left .
instrumental part repeats Em C G D
Em C
oh come , and we will celebrate the things that make us real ,
G D
the things that break us open , and the things that make us feel
Em C
like these accidental meetings up and partings of the way
G D
are not so much our choice but in the blood of how we’re made ,
Em C
it’s like the way i have to write down almost everything i see ,
G D
so that the record does obscure the thing the record used to be ,
Em
and i know i’m not unlucky ,
C G D
i was just born this way .
Em C G D
but i’m blessed .
Em C
now a paper forest grows up in the supermarket aisles ,
G D
the baby born with teeth looks at its mother and it smiles ,
Em
and we all fall down
C G D
like wind blows through the paper forest .
Em C
and a paper forest grows up in the supermarket aisles ,
G D
the baby born with teeth looks at its mother and smiles ,
Em
and we all fall down
C G D
as wind blows through the paper forest .
Em C
and a paper forest grows up in the supermarket aisle
G D
alarm clock fingers turn they’re counting seconds like they’re miles
Em C G
and you say , “wake up now , ’cause i can see no paper forest .
Em C G D
0 0 3 2
0 1 3 3
0 0 0 2
2 2 0 0
2 3 2
x 0 x 3
x Em C
you’re not unlucky , you’re just not very smart
G D
these things will never leave you – they’re as close as you can get
Em C G D
to a blueprint for the future – but you can call it fate .
Em C
it’s like these days i have to write down almost every thought i’ve held ,
G D
so scared i Am becoming of forgetting how it felt ,
Em C
and these fears they will unravel me one day ,
G D
but still i Am afraid .
Em C
but i’m blessed –
G D
just to be , more or less –
Em C G D
standing in the afterglow of rapture with the words the rapture left
Em C
oh blessed –
G D
just to be , more or less –
Em C G D
standing in the afterglow of rapture with the words the rapture left .
Em
now you’re blessed amongst all women ,
C
now a man who’s very good ,
G D
he tells you how you feel until your life is understood ,
Em C
and he leads you through it arm in arm as though
G D
there was a map to guide the way .
Em C
now you write because you love him , now you write because he’s kind ,
G D
you write so much , you look up and you wrote yourself behind ,
Em C G D
and you’re standing in a labyrinth of paper and the map has been erased .
Em C
but you’re blessed –
G D
just to be , more or less –
Em C G D
standing in the afterglow of rapture with the words the rapture left .
Em C
are you blessed?
G D
just to be , more or less?
Em C G D
now you’re standing in the afterglow of rapture , but there is no rapture left .
instrumental part repeats Em C G D
Em C
oh come , and we will celebrate the things that make us real ,
G D
the things that break us open , and the things that make us feel
Em C
like these accidental meetings up and partings of the way
G D
are not so much our choice but in the blood of how we’re made ,
Em C
it’s like the way i have to write down almost everything i see ,
G D
so that the record does obscure the thing the record used to be ,
Em
and i know i’m not unlucky ,
C G D
i was just born this way .
Em C G D
but i’m blessed .
Em C
now a paper forest grows up in the supermarket aisles ,
G D
the baby born with teeth looks at its mother and it smiles ,
Em
and we all fall down
C G D
like wind blows through the paper forest .
Em C
and a paper forest grows up in the supermarket aisles ,
G D
the baby born with teeth looks at its mother and smiles ,
Em
and we all fall down
C G D
as wind blows through the paper forest .
Em C
and a paper forest grows up in the supermarket aisle
G D
alarm clock fingers turn they’re counting seconds like they’re miles
Em C G
and you say , “wake up now , ’cause i can see no paper forest .
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