G Bm Am C Standing tall as a woman but acting tough as can beG Bm Am C Curling your lip directing your poetry at meG When I know it was written for another time and placeAm G Bm Am C It doesn't touch me - You're so bitter the past so close behindG Bm Am You're so curling and churning how could your angel give inG Bm Am C When there's nothing to blame but your pride Chorus:Am G And I guess you need an excuse to fallA C E If you're gonna pretend to fly at allG Bm Am C ---- G Bm Am CG Bm Am C You can curl up cradled in your pastG Bm Am C But it isn't as warm there is it will nothing ever lastG Bm Your painting your pictures with shards of your painAm C You'd prick your fingers for blood to paintG Bm Am C You sing your strife like a sonnet I believe Chorus:Am G And I guess you need an excuse to fallA C E If you're gonna pretend to fly at all Bridge:F C G You sing your strife like a sonnetF C G But you buy your hat with a sweat stained brim already on itF C G Chaos and fate your enemies at least that's the way you've sold them to beAm C D You can put yourself on a cross but not for me G Bm Am C (x4) Chorus:Am G And I guess you need an excuse to fallA C Em D If you're gonna pretend to fly at allAm G And I guess you need an excuse to fallA C Em If you're gonna pretend to fly at all
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