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capo 2 — sounds 2 semitones higherIntro
Verse 1
My heart's in the ice house come hill or come valley
Like a long ago Sunday when I walked through the alley
On a cold winter's morning to the church house
Just to shovel some snow
Verse 2
I heard sirens on the train tracks, howl naked, gettin nuder
An alter boy has been hit by a local commuter
Just from walking with his back turned
To a train that was coming so slow
Chorus
You can gaze out the window get mad and get madder
Throw your hands in the air and say what does it matter
But it don't do no good to get angry so help me I know
For a heart stained with anger grows weak and grows bitter
You'll become your own prisoner as you watch yourself sit there
Wrapped up in a trap of your very own chain of sorrow
Instrumental
Verse 3
I've been brought down to zero pulled out and put back there
I sat on a park bench kissed the girl with the black hair
And my head shouted down to my heart you better look out below
Verse 4
It ain't such a long drop don't stammer, don't stutter
From the diamonds in the sidewalk to the dirt in the gutter
You'll be carrying those bruises to remind you wherever you go
Chorus
You can gaze out the window get mad and get madder
Throw your hands in the air and say what does it matter
But it don't do no good to get angry so help me I know
For a heart stained with anger grows weak and grows bitter
You'll become your own prisoner as you watch yourself sit there
Wrapped up in a trap of your very own chain of sorrow
Instrumental
Verse 1
My heart's in the ice house come hill or come valley
Like a long ago Sunday when I walked through the alley
On a cold winters morning to the church house
Just to shovel some snow
Verse 2
I heard sirens on the train tracks, howl naked, gettin nuder
An alter boy had been hit by a local commuter
Just from walking with his back turned
To a train that was coming so slow
Chorus
You can gaze out the window get mad and get madder
Throw your hands in the air and say what does it matter
But it don't do no good to get angry so help me I know
For a heart stained with anger grows weak and grows bitter
You'll become your own prisoner as you watch yourself sit there
Wrapped up in a trap of your very own chain of sorrow
Instrumental
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