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NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------## From: U270009@UNIVSCVM.CSD.SCAROLINA.EDU Attics Of My Life -- Grateful Dead (Hunter, Garcia) Esus4 E B E B7 E A E B A E In the attics of my life, full of cloudy dreams unreal. Esus4 E B7 E B7 E A E B A E Full of tastes no tongue can know, and lights no eye can see. E G# A E F#m E/A E When there was no ear to hear, you sang to me. E B7 E B7 E A E B A E I have spent my life seeking all that's still unsung. Esus4 E B7 E B7 E A E B A E Bent my ear to hear the tune, and closed my eyes to see. E G# A E F#m E/A F#m F# B When there were no strings to play, you played to me. B A D A E Esus4 E7 Asus4 A In the book of love's own dream, where all the print is blood. Asus4 A Asus4 A Aus4 A D B B7 E Where all the pages are my days, and all my lights grow old. A Asus4 A D A E Esus4 D B B7 A E Esus4 When I had no wings to fly, you flew to me, you flew to me. E B7 E B7 E A E B A E In the secret space of dreams, where I dreaming lay amazed. Esus4 E B7 E B7 E A E B A E When the secrets all are told, and the petals all unfold. E G#m A E F#m E/A E A E When there was no dream of mine, you dreamed of me. |