Cicada Days

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The greener grass grows where the wildfires fertilize 
                                                          Em 
With ashes of sparrows, peppered moths, and butterflies. Ghosts of 
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Trees and termites 
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Bloom in the beanstalk 

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And if you get lightheaded when standing too fast, is it from 
                                                     Em 
Shaking out the weight of phosphenes and past salt deposits, on 
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Warm little rivers 
                     D 
That burst from our words 


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     A                G                     D 
And god knows crying ain't gonna change a thing 
     A                      G                D    D7M   D7 
She said "take care" but I take more than I bring 


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She said, "It just feels inhumane to lose this much 
                Em                 G                    D D7M   D7 
'Cause when you leave you know you take more than your love." 
              G                             D 
Just one week of cicada days, we're losing touch 
               Em             G                 D 
And I know it just feels inhumane to lose this much 

( Em  G ) 


[Verso 1]


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Our nerves were braided under ceiling stars, that were all 
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Glow in the dark, hanging over queen-sized 
 Em              G                          D     Em  G 
Purple waves of ancient chemicals. Just whisper 

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Did you ever build with those endangered bones? Well the 
                             D7            Em  G 
Ground looks soft enough to bury this now. Ohhhh 
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Please, oh no 


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               A              G                D 
And then my sponsor said "Do nothing. Nothing works." 
             A                 G              D        D7M   D7 
And then my doctor said "Don't do that if it hurts." 



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               G                                 D 
She said, "It just feels inhumane to lose this much 
                 Em                 G                    D 
'Cause when you leave you know you take more than your love." 
           G                             D 
The seasons of cicada days we can't make up 
               Em             G                 D 
And I know it just feels inhumane to lose this much, woah 


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           G                   G                 D 
Let all my red flags fade to white, yeah, I give up 
              G               G                D 
Don't let me leave, I'll only take more than I gave. Okay, I'll pack my stuff 
             G              G                D 
Here at the end of days, my god, what have I done 
                 Em             G                           D 
Christ, now it feels damn inhumane to get all I've dreamed of 
       Em G 
Woahhhh! 

Final 

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Keep coming back, it works if you work it 
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So work it, you're worth it, it won't if you don't 
     Em               G                  D 
One day at a time, tomorrow's too late, amen