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Capo 1st fret

Standard (EADGBE)

Hang dog you sitting and counting nameless stars

 And when you look down you're beginning to fall away

You're dried up like an august creekbed and mounted in an album

 With some photos of your summer friends

I can't tell what the note on the back said

 You're moving like a poem And it hurts to see you going

I recall the smell of summer on your skin

 We were seventeen and everything was pounding and it wouldn't stop

It's hard to put to words what I was thinking then

 I don't know, we were alive or something

Browned off sitting amidst the endless cars

And when you stall out

They're beginning to pull away

You dried up like an august creekbed

I mounted in an album

With some photos of your summer friends

I can't tell what the note on the back said

You're moving like a poem

And it hurts to see you going

I remember licking ice cream off your chin

We were seventeen

And everything was pounding and it wouldn't stop

It's hard to put to words what I was thinking then

I don't know, we were in love or something

I recall the smell of summer on your skin

We were seventeen

And everything was pounding and it wouldn't stop

It's hard to put to words what I was thinking then

I don't know, we were alive or something