Flour, wind, water
I’M STILL TENDER (E A D G B E)
I fell out of favour. Let’s take things serious.
The deeper we descend. Let’s be better.
I’m still tender.
I am not above you.
But I think I see you.
And when I tell you.
It says more about me than it does you.
WAITING FOR MY BOY TO COME BACK TO ME (E A D G B E, capo 1) When will my boy come back to me? I don’t know if I’ll ever go back to sleep. ...
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