The Church - Into My Hands

[Verse]

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I take love into my hands, journey back to winterland
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Cut my losses, grow my hair, see some man to take me there
C G C G
As it gets so uncertain, when the girl gets too near
C G C G
It’s never as good as I hoped or as bad as I feared

[Verse]
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Some seek sleek and slithering charms, out of reach their grasping arms
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Our skin like milk, our breath of words, like happy, awful and absurd
C G C G
As it gets so uncertain, when the girl gets too near

It’s never as good as I hoped or as bad as I feared

[Solo Сhords]
F C G F C G F C G F C G
G Gsus G Gsus G Gsus G Gsus

[Verse]
G Gsus G G Gsus G
You know it’s always out here in my head, stupid bloody things get said
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Then drifting on a summer pond I notice that my love has gone
C G C G
As it gets so uncertain, when the girl gets too near

It’s never as good as I hoped or as bad as I feared

[Solo Сhords]
F C G F C G F C G F C G

[Tag]

G Gsus G G Gsus G
I take love into my hands, journey back to winterland

G Gsus G Gsus

G Gsus G G Gsus G
I take love into my hands, journey back to winterland

G Gsus G Gsus

G Gsus G G Gsus G
I take love into my hands, journey back to winterland

G Gsus G Gsus