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Unless It's Kicks

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What 
D
gives this mess some grace unless it’s 
A
kicks, man -
  
unless it is 
Bm
fictions, unless it’s 
A
sweat or it’s songs?
  
What 
D
hits against this chest unless it’s a 
A
sick man’s hand,
  
from some 
Bm
midlevel band? He’s been 
A
driving too long
  
on a 
D
dark windless night, with the 
A
stereo on,
  
with the 
Bm
towns flying by and the 
G
ground getting 
A
soft.
  
And a 
D
sound in the sky, coming 
A
down from above,
  
it sur
Bm
rounds you and sighs and is 
G
whispering 
A
of
  
what 
D
pulls your body down, and that is 
A
quicksand.
  
So climb out 
Bm
quick, hand over hand, before your 
A
mouth’s all filled up.
  
What 
D
picks you up from down unless it’s 
A
tricks, man?
  
When I’ve been 
Bm
fixed I am convinced that I will 
A
not get so broke up again.
  
And on a 
D
seven day high, that 
A
heavenly song
  
punches 
Bm
right through my mind and just 
G
hums through my 
A
blood.
  
And I 
D
know it’s a lie, but I’ll 
A
still give my love.
  
Hey, my 
Bm
heart’s on the line for your 
G
hands to pluck 
A
off.
D A Bm A
  
What 
D
gives this mess some grace unless it’s 
A
fiction -
  
unless it’s 
Bm
licks, man, unless it’s 
A
lies or it’s love?
  
What 
D
breaks this heart the most is the ghost of some 
A
rock and roll fan,
  
floating 
Bm
up from the stands with her 
G
heart opened 
A
up.
  
And I want to tell her, “Your 
D
love isn’t lost,” and say “my 
A
heart is still crossed!”
  
I want to scream, “hey, you’re 
Bm
so wonderful! What a 
G
dream in the 
A
dark -
  
about 
D
working so hard, about 
A
glowing, so stoned,
  
trying 
Bm
not to turn off, trying 
G
not to believe in that 
A
lie all on your 
D
own.”
D A Bm
G A
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