Waxahatchee - Evil Spawn

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Capo 3rd fret
 
 
[Intro]
G C D G C D G C D G
C D
 
 
[Verse 1]
G C DTake my money, I don't work that hard
G C DI fall asleep in the beating heart
G C DOf a dying breed peddling some lost art
G C DWatch it fade, watch it fall apart
 
 
[Pre-Chorus]
G C DYou let me Go on and on
G C DIn the tall grass of a con
G C DThe prestige of some evil spawn
G C DWell, I guess that's yours to settle on
 
 
[Chorus]
G C DBut there ain't nothing to it, babe
G C DWe can roll around in the disarray
G C D GIn the final act of the good old days
C DOoh
 
 
[Post-Chorus]
C DWhat you're holding so close calls you by name
Am7 C DWhat you thought was enough now seems insane
 
 
[Verse 2]
G C DIf we stand out in some wild city street
G C DDodging every car, every thief, and disease
G C DCatching tiny crumbs in the hеartless breeze
G C DSay we'rе tough as nails, say we're both naive
 
 
[Pre-Chorus]
G C DYou let me fill every room
G C DWax poetic and presume
G C D GYour principles ripe into a fragile tomb
C DWatch it split in two
C DWhat you Do and you say sustain harmony
CWhat you thought was enough
DWell, it works for me
 
 
[Chorus]
G C DThere ain't nothing to it, babe
G C DWe can roll around in the disarray
G C D GIn the final act of the good old days
G C D GIn the final act of the good old days
 
 
[Outro]
COoh
D GGood old days
COoh
D GGood old days
COoh
D GGood old days
COoh
D C D G C D G C D G C GGood old days
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