G You keep me in a glass jar sealed with a label
Am* D*
You think you know my world
G Wake up young girl take a thrust of lust
Am* D*
you've got a lot to learn
G My love, my life, my work, my time
Am* D*
I give them all to you
G Your hand in mine, we walk, we talk in ryhme
Am* D*
We go the whole night through
Am C/D C/D2
Am I'm not a grain of sand C/D
Am I don't care what's written in your hand
C/D2 It's bound to change
G Sore, bored, and I'm lost, cost, cold, getting older
Em Wrap it up, rip it up now, have it sold, cos I'm a grower
Am Any more, any more, any more, any more...
C I wanna be with you
D*
Just wanna be with you
(Same chords as above)
But you tease me
And it shows in the way that you play
You think you know my love
Wake up young girl
And take a taste
Not a bite of a life now
Can tell you never come, yeah well
My will, my mind, my lips, my lines
I've got them all over you
Your taste combined
With all the years of wasted time
I've got to hold on something new
(same as above)
I'm not a grain of sand
I don't care what's written in your hand
It's bound to change
Sore bored, and I'm lost cost, cold Getting older
Buy the book, rip it up now
Have it sold, I'm a grower
Any more, any more, any more, any more...
I wanna be with you
Just wanna be with you
C G* Am7
C But I don't wanna pray for what is not right
G
And I don't wanna beg for what is not mine
Am7 D*
I don't wanna run the road between dreams and worldly things
C I could charge, I could rea G lly try
Am But I don't wanna be the brave one
D*
In a senseless fight
C D* Em(on 7th fret)
No I.. I. I....
C D*
I just wanna be here tonight
Sore bored, and I'm lost, cost, cold
Getting older
Wrap the book, rip it up now
Have it sold
I'm a grower
Any more, any more, any more, any more...
I wanna be with you Just wanna be with you
So I'm bored, and I'm a lost cause, cold
Getting older
Buy the book, rip it up now
Have it sold
I'm a grower
Am Any more, any more, any more, any more...
C Any more, any more, any more, any more...
G Am* G Am* D*
Any more, any more, any more, any more...
same as begining
You keep me in a glass jar sealed with a label
You think you know my world
Wake up young girl
Damien Rice
