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At this part you are barring the 12th fret
e ------------------|
B --------12--------|
G -----------h14p12-| Repeat 35 times
D -12*--------------|
A ------------------|
E ------------------|
e -----------------------|
B -----------------------|
G -12\9------------------| Play 14 times
D -------9/12-------9/12-|
A ------------12\9-------|
E -----------------------|
e ------------------|
B --------12--------|
G -----------h14p12-| Play 21 times
D -12*--------------|
A ------------------|
E ------------------|
e -7/12--------7/12--------------|
B -------12\7--------12/14-------|
G --------------------------14\9-| Play 2 times
D -------------------------------|
A -------------------------------|
E -------------------------------|
this is
my best friend's locker
without hooks, still catching metal.
crossing ponds with no plans for return.
air-conditioned hum
and 60% glass.
milking fangs into baby food jars
you were never mine
picking flowers
black and white bathing suit
curious of a bee
dear diary,
i've become part of the problem.
stroking automatic voice with shaking hands
in the most trustworthy tin cans,
on the way going anywhere but here
with a caravan of picketeers.
this is
my best friend's locker
without hooks, still catching metal.
crossing ponds with no plans for return.
travelling with bread crumbs in the company of dogs
falling in and out of the comfort of our
favorite chairs.
you were never mine
picking flowers
black and white bathing suit
curious of a bee
dear diary,
i've become part of the problem
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version 2
First guitar:
|------------|
|--t19-------|
|------------|
|-----t19p12-| x like a million
|------------|
|------------|
Second Guitar
|-------------------------|
|--t12p0-xxx-t12-xx-x-x---|
|--------xxx-----xx-x-x---|
|--t12p0-xxx-t12-xx-x-x---|
|--------xxx-----xx-x-x---|
|-------------------------|
The x's are where he slaps the strings of the guitar. Listen to the song for the rhythm.
this is
my best friend's locker
without hooks, still catching metal.
crossing ponds with no plans for return.
air-conditioned hum
and 60% glass.
milking fangs into baby food jars
you were never mine
picking flowers
black and white bathing suit
curious of a bee
dear diary,
i've become part of the problem.
stroking automatic voice with shaking hands
in the most trustworthy tin cans,
on the way going anywhere but here
with a caravan of picketeers.
this is
my best friend's locker
without hooks, still catching metal.
crossing ponds with no plans for return.
travelling with bread crumbs in the company of dogs
falling in and out of the comfort of our
favorite chairs.
you were never mine
picking flowers
black and white bathing suit
curious of a bee
dear diary,
i've become part of the problem
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