Unraveling

  			


G                    Cadd9 
Boxes and baskets of all her old things 
Em7              Cadd9 
Porcelain dolls, portrait paintings 
G                  Cadd9           Em7   Cadd9 
She swore they'd be worth something 

G                              Cadd9                      
They're just gathering dust in my attic somewhere  
Em7                               Cadd9 
And she's lost in a room where she sits and she stares 
G             C            Em     C  
Her mind as blank as the walls 
G              C             Em   C          
Her memory as vacant as the halls 

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