Excuses Acordes

	  Intro: F  Dm  Gm  C 

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You tried to taste me, 
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And I take my tongue to the southern tip of your body. 
F                Dm         Gm    C 
Our bones are too heavy to come up, 
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Squished into a single cell of wood. 

I made an excuse. 
You found another way to tell the truth. 
I put no one else above us. 
We'll still be best friends when all turns to dust. 

( F  Dm  Gm  C ) 
We are so smooth now. 
Our edges are beaten, drift wood whittled down. 
Old bodies slip when they make love. 
We'll mine our sparks to shoot us above!