Capo 3rd fret

Standard (EADGBE)

Intro

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If moths could light matches,

this world would be ashes.

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and they'd cling to the white hem of your dress.

Well, we dance in the dust storm,

and I'd spin you around.

And we'd count all our blessings,

throw our burdens down.

Just content to be lonesome as a whistling train,

oh, I wish it were different but it's always the same.

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If moths could light matches,

this world would be ashes.

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And I wish I was sober again.

Well I'd write you a letter,

Oh, I'd seal it with lies.

And I'd hold you forever,

in my arms tonight.

Just content to be lonesome as a whistling train,

oh, I wish it were different but things will be things, will be things...

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If moths could light ashes, this world would be ashes.

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Just cinders and remnants of flame.

You can wish till your shaking,

You can wish till your thin,

You can wish till you turn blue,

And exhaustion sets in...

Just content to be lonesome as a whistling train,

God, I wish it was different, but it's always the same