Shins - Saint Simon Akor

VERSE 1:

Am E G

After all these implements and texts designed by

D C D

intellects we're vexed to find evidently there's

G

still so much that hides.

Am E G

And though the saints dub us divine in ancient

D C D

fading lines their sentiment is just as hard to

pluck from the vine.

F D

I'll try hard not to pretend

F D E

allow myself no mock defense as I

step into the night.

VERSE 2:

Am E G D

Since I don't have the time nor mind to figure

C D

out the nursery rhymes that helped us out in

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making sense of our lives

Am E G D

The cruel, uneventful state of apathy releases me

C D G

I value them but I won't cry every time one's

wiped out.

F D

I'll try hard not to give in

F D E

batten down to fare the wind

F D

rid my head of this pretense

F D E

allow myself no mock defense as I

step into the night

Am E C D E

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C G

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Dm F G

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(Repeat this once)

C G

Mercy's eyes are blue and

Dm F G

when she places them in

C G

front of you

Dm F G

nothing holds a roman

C G

candle to

Dm F G

the solemn warmth you feel

F C F C

Inside

F C Bb G E

Now run through VERSE chords 1x

(no words)

F D

I'll try hard not to give in

F D E

batten down to fare the wind

F D

rid my head of this pretense

F D

allow myself no mock defense as I

step into the night

Am E C D E

La la la la

La la la la

C G Dm F G