The Shins
Caring is Creepy

Carter Style (slow)

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I think I’ll go home and mull this over before I cram it down my throat
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At long last it’s crashed its colossal mass is broken up into bits in my moat
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  Lift the mattress off the floor, walk the cramps off, meander in the cold
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  Hail to your dark skin, hiding the fact you’re dead again underneath the 
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      power lines seeking shade
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Far above our heads are the icy heights that contain all reason

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It’s a luscious mix of words and tricks, that let us bet when you know we 
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      should fold
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On rocks I dreamt of where we stepped, and of the whole mess of roads we’re 
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      now on
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  Hold your glass up,    hold it in, never betray the way you’ve always known 
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      it is
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  One day I’ll be wondering how, I got so old just wondering how I never got 
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      cold wearing nothing in the snow
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This way beyond my remote concern of being condescending

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Oh, these, squaw-king, birds, won’t quit
Bm   A    G  D     Em  D   G
Buil-ding no-thing lay-ing bricks

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  Hold your glass up,    hold it in, never betray the way you’ve always known 
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      it is
Em        D                 Em            D                  Em           
  One day I’ll be wondering how, I got so old just wondering how I never got 
      D            A              G        G
      cold wearing nothing in the snow
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This way beyond my remote concern of being condescending

Bm  A      G     D     Em     D     G
Oh, these, squaw-king, birds, won’t quit
Bm   A    G  D     Em  D   G
Buil-ding no-thing lay-ing bricks