Kasey Anderson - I Was A Photograph

Capo 2

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Sky the color of a match been struck
Am                        C
Sun just hanging like the noose got stuck
Am                               C
And you can try to stare it back down
        F
But you can't cover it up

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Red dirt risen till it fills your lungs
     Am                      C
Your hands a bullet and your hearts a gun
         Am                    C
And you learn how to turn your back on almost anything
        F              Am    C   F
But you never learn to run


Seen the ditches where the dead get left
And the hungry cats in the hollow chest
And you can pin your eyes shut boy
But you can't get no rest

Hell it's just bones scattered in the dust
And it don't mean nothing to the TV trucks
Till it's real american boys
Spitting up real american blood


Charlie company first thing your taught
Is you ain't worth half of what you thought
Just like everything else I learned
I couldn't shut it off

So I felt like nothing when I got back home
And my father saw me in my granddads clothes
Said you inherit my blood boy
But your sins are all your own


I don't sleep like I did before
I just wake up trembling on the bedroom floor
Always seven steps from the ghost
On the other side of that door

Wondering what I do to earn another day
Because I don't confess sure as hell don't pray
I just defend attack 
Withdraw and delay

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You know my face
        Am    C     
I was a photograph
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On the front page neath the headline War
      C         F
I was numb back then boy
Am           C        F
I ain't even numb no more
Am           C        F
I ain't even numb no more