Four years of hard work!This month of May we celebrated four years on the air. We continue working on the dissemination of this wonderful instrument, thank you for participating in our story!
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Boy, you get my guts tied up in such a twisted noisy ruckus
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Heaven sent that you are, wouldn’t lift a claw or cut me off ‘cause
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Rambling as I ever am I shamble to your chair and stables
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Watch you all enraptured as you shuffle cards and stutter fables
B Bbm G#
Break my habit, you’re my habit, I’d trade my limbs for one of you
B Bbm G#
Two legs for two lips, now I’d say that’s a fair trade, wouldn’t you?
B Bbm G#
Drop my habit, you’re my habit, I’d trade my habit to get you back and I’m
B Bbm B
Like a fool without a calling, like a heartsick fool
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Boy, you like to play the martyr, but if I pray a little harder
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If I close the window and come back here when I’m not so sober
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If I said it plainly not in riddle-rhymes, all cagey,
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Would you answer with a smile made of brackets or look at me strangely?
B Bbm G#
Break my habit, you’re my habit, I’d trade my limbs for one of you
B Bbm G#
Two legs for two lips, now I’d say that’s a fair trade, wouldn’t you?
B Bbm G#
Drop my habit, you were my habit, I’d trade my habit to get you back and
B Bbm B Bbm
It’s you and I again just writing, shiftless, click clack clicking, grinning
B Bbm B
Like a fool without a calling, like a heartsick fool
C# Fm C# Fm
C# Fm C# Fm
C# G# C# G#
C# G# C# G#
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Boy, you’re on the floor and on my fingers, dripping from my kisses
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Eyes so vacant, would you hate it, if I said you look delicious?
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The laughter dies and rots inside me, brother, it is you all over
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Stay beside me here and guide me, unrequited would-be lover
B Bbm G#
Took my miracle, you’re my miracle, I’d trade my brains for one of you
B Bbm G#
Two gods for two voices, I’d say that’s a fair trade, wouldn’t you?
B Bbm G#
Need a miracle, you’re my miracle, I’d trade a miracle to get you back and I’m
B Bbm G#
Left without a friend, soaked to the bone and backwards bent
B Bbm G#
I’m seeing shades, screaming repent your sickness leave it here for lent
B Bbm G#
Now witness, here, a fool without a calling! I’m a heartsick fool.
B Bbm G#
Still the fool without a calling, still a fucking fool.
C# G# C# G#
C# G# C# G#
Boy, you get my guts tied up in such a twisted noisy ruckus
C# G# C# G#
Heaven sent that you are, wouldn’t lift a claw or cut me off ‘cause
C# G# C# G#
Rambling as I ever am I shamble to your chair and stables
C# G# C# G#
Watch you all enraptured as you shuffle cards and stutter fables
B Bbm G#
Break my habit, you’re my habit, I’d trade my limbs for one of you
B Bbm G#
Two legs for two lips, now I’d say that’s a fair trade, wouldn’t you?
B Bbm G#
Drop my habit, you’re my habit, I’d trade my habit to get you back and I’m
B Bbm B
Like a fool without a calling, like a heartsick fool
C# G# C# G#
C# G# C# G#
Boy, you like to play the martyr, but if I pray a little harder
C# G# C# G#
If I close the window and come back here when I’m not so sober
C# G# C# G#
If I said it plainly not in riddle-rhymes, all cagey,
C# G# C# G#
Would you answer with a smile made of brackets or look at me strangely?
B Bbm G#
Break my habit, you’re my habit, I’d trade my limbs for one of you
B Bbm G#
Two legs for two lips, now I’d say that’s a fair trade, wouldn’t you?
B Bbm G#
Drop my habit, you were my habit, I’d trade my habit to get you back and
B Bbm B Bbm
It’s you and I again just writing, shiftless, click clack clicking, grinning
B Bbm B
Like a fool without a calling, like a heartsick fool
C# Fm C# Fm
C# Fm C# Fm
C# G# C# G#
C# G# C# G#
C# G# C# G#
Boy, you’re on the floor and on my fingers, dripping from my kisses
C# G# C# G#
Eyes so vacant, would you hate it, if I said you look delicious?
C# G# C# G#
The laughter dies and rots inside me, brother, it is you all over
C# G# C# G#
Stay beside me here and guide me, unrequited would-be lover
B Bbm G#
Took my miracle, you’re my miracle, I’d trade my brains for one of you
B Bbm G#
Two gods for two voices, I’d say that’s a fair trade, wouldn’t you?
B Bbm G#
Need a miracle, you’re my miracle, I’d trade a miracle to get you back and I’m
B Bbm G#
Left without a friend, soaked to the bone and backwards bent
B Bbm G#
I’m seeing shades, screaming repent your sickness leave it here for lent
B Bbm G#
Now witness, here, a fool without a calling! I’m a heartsick fool.
B Bbm G#
Still the fool without a calling, still a fucking fool.
Phil Wickham
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