Thursday, March 17, 2011


Will the ink on my fingers,  Am g f
ever come off someday, Am g am
I think it'll still linger, f g 
no matter what you say. f g c 
(chorus)And so the harbinger sings , Dm Bb c dm
relying on twisted rhymes,  am c dm 
but choking on the ginger, Dm Bb c dm
the harbinger simply dies.-- dm f dm
Addicted to the promise, Am g f 
there's an end to confusion, Am g Am 
there's something I missed, f g 
because it's all an illusion.(chorus) f g c 
May the rain cleanse you, f g 
no matter what you do, f g c 
it's to bad it's acid, fg 
eating right on through... f g c

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