Shins - Past And Pendingadd

Intro-        D       C      G      F
              D       C      G      C

 D                C                  G        F
"as someone sets light to the first fire of Autumn
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 we settle down, to cut ourselves apart.
 D          C               G            F
 cough and twitch from the news on your face
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 and some foreign candle burning in your eyes

               D       C      G       F
               D       C      G       C
  D          C           G          F
 held to the past, too aware of the pending
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 chill as the dawn breaks and finds us up for sale
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 enter the fog another low road descending
  D              C               G              C          G
 away from the cold lust, your house and summertime

(Chorus-- Change from slow strumming of A to fast strumming before chorus)
  G              F                G
 blind to the last curse of the fair
             F             G
 pistols and countless eyes
     F              G
 a trail of white blood betrays
         A#              C                G
 the reckless route your craft is running
  G             F              G
 feed till the sun turns into wood
             F           G
 dousing an ancient torch
             F
 loiter the whole day through
       A#                   C                 G
 and lose yourself in lines dissecting love

              D       C       G       F
              D       C       G       C
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 your name on my cast and my notes on your stay
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 offer me little but doting on a crime
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 we've turned every stone and for all our inventions
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 in matters of love lost, we've no recourse at all

(Chorus)
 G              F                 G
 blind to the last curse of the fair
                F          G
 pistols and countless eyes
                    F
 a trail of white blood betrays
          A#             C                 G
 the reckless route your craft is running
                F                G
 feed till the sun turns into wood
           F             G
 dousing an ancient torch
                F                    A#                 C
 loiter the whole day through and lose yourself in lines dissecting,
   A#                    C            A#                     C
 lose yourself in lines dissecting, lose yourself in lines dissecting..."