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                   SOUNDS FAMILIAR - The Weakerthans
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Tabbed By - Mark Brenndorfer markdoggg@yahoo.com


The easiest way to do this is to write out the lyrics with the chords
over top, so guess what, that's exactly what i'm going to do.

The chords are: (numbering is easier than naming, know what i'm sayin?)

   1  2  3  4   5
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B--7--------------------------------------------------------------
G-----6--7--4---7-------------------------------------------------
D--7--------------------------------------------------------------
A-----7--9--5---5-------------------------------------------------
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 We emerged from youth all wide-eyed like the rest. Shedding skin faster

       4                1                    2                       3
than skin can grow, and armed with hammers, feathers, blunt knives: words

             4             1          2       3        1      
to meet and to defined and to... but you must know the same games that 

    2                 3             4                 1       
we played in dirt, in dusty school yards has found a higher pitch and

 2       3         1         2               3               4
broader scale than we feared possible, and someone must be picked last

     1                  2         3         1                     2
and one must bruise and one must fail. And that still twitching bird

         3            4              1       2           3            4
was so deceived by a window, so we eulogized fondly, we dug deep and threw

     1         2         3             4         1         2
its elegant plumage and frantic black eyes in a hole, and rushed out

    3              4               1          2           3
to kill something new, so we could bury that too. The first chapters of

 4            1           2        3      1              2
lives almost made us give up altogether. Pushed towards tired forms of 

 3       4             1          2        3              4 
self immolation that seemed so original. I must, we must never stop 

  1          2             3            4             1          2
watching the sky with our hands in our pockets, stop peering in windows

          3              4          1             2         3
when we know doors are shut. Stop yelling small stories and bad jokes

       4         1              2              3           4   1
and sorrows, and my voise will scratch to yell many more, but before i 

           2               3         4    1                    2
spill the things i mean to hide away, or gouge my eyes with platitudes

       3            1                    2              3     4
of sentiment, I'll drown the urge for permanence and certainty: crouch

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down and scrawl my name with yours in wet cement.




( i want to marry john...)