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MY QUICKSAND Snatching defeat from heaven Doesn't feel that good anymore I'm rolling perfect sevens But I still end on the floor Oooo oooo I don't understand Why I throw away my winning hand Oooo oooo I don't understand Why I run away whenever I can Unhold her, my clover, fold over, rollover My quicksand in my hands My quicksand I don't understand Sneaking peeks of weeping On an otherwise sunny day I found the keys worth keeping And I let them get away Found my paradise bed And I forward to the end Bought the noise in my head Now I've got one less wish to spend Everyone looks happy But somehow I've gotten bored See you in the evening By the morning out the door Written by: Steven Gullett
Year: 2018.12 Performed by: ? Recordings: Expanded Demo Chords: Bm 3 strings A E B/E A E B E Bm7 Fm E E/F# F#/G G/A B (BAG) E |