I play this on capo IV because it makes it super easy but feel free to transpose up if you like

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When I come ho

             
me it will be 

          
with, someone 

 
else's blood o

n my shirt
            
Another county

              
's dirt on the

             
 knees of my r

      
ipped jeans
            
And I won't wa

            
nna talk about

 
 it.

mess around with these chords during the break
    

             
What you prise

             
 from 'tween m

  
y fingers,
           
That the devil

              
 speaks in Sco

             
ttish brogue, 

             
a love life un

          
der two shadow

s.
              
But you don't 

            
wanna talk abo

   
ut it.

            
The bus stands

             
 still, the la

              
ndscape scroll

        
s right by
(I love you more than ever)
            
Dual carriagew

             
ay and landfil

            
l line both si

des
(I love you more than ever)

            
Something verd

            
ant, something

              
 blooming, som

            
ething golden,

       
 something dea

d.
            
Cut into uneve

            
n quarters, al

            
l four seasons

       
 in my head.

            
And when I lay

             
 you down we'l

     
l be beneath,
(I love you more than ever)
            
duck feather d

             
uvet, new clea

         
n cotton sheet

s.
(I love you more than ever)

            
Something verd

            
ant, something

              
 blooming, som

            
ething golden,

       
 something dea

d.
            
Cut into uneve

            
n quarters, al

            
l four seasons

       
 in my head.
            
Something verd

            
ant, something

              
 blooming, som

            
ething golden,

       
 something dea

d.
            
Cut into uneve

            
n quarters, al

            
l four seasons

       
 in my head.
            
Something verd

            
ant, something

              
 blooming, som

            
ething golden,

       
 something dea

d.
            
Cut into uneve

            
n quarters, al

                   
l four seasons

             
As you bathe t

             
he stains from

    
 my skin
           
Only dirt is w

             
ashed away, co

             
s all the bad 

              
lays far more 

   
deep
              
Please, I don'

            
t wanna talk a

       
bout it.