Through Me The Flood Hozier
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cis G cis fG cis G cis[Zwrotka 1]
cisPicture a mancisSeen like a spec out from the shoreSwimming o
Gut beyond the breakersLike he's d
cisone his life beforeHe feels a
Fcoming of a sfquallWill drag him
Gout a greater lcisengthBut knows
G his strength, and tries to cisgather it[Zwrotka 2]
cisAnd he swims oncisTurning back to shore againAbove the o
Guter atmosphereOf a w
cisorld he's never seenAnd looking d
Fown to his new hfomeHe feels th
Ge rising of a ciswave and knows at oGnceHe will not w
ciseather it like that mFan f [Pre-Chorus]
fI lookеd Gdown into the dcisepths when I Gmеt youGI couldn't measure it[Refren]
Acnytime I'd stFruggled onAgainst the co
Gurse out on myc ownEvery t
Fimef I'd burn throughG the world,cis I'd seeThat the
fworld, it burFns throucisgh mecBut when I (I), I'd let Go (I'd let go)My struggling f
Gorm (My struggling form)My
ciswilling soul (I'd see)E
Fvery timef (Each time)Would flow thr
Gough the world, cisI'd seefThat the wForld (The world)cisIt flows through me (It flows through me)Tha
ft the worldF, it flows througcish me[Instrumental Break]
cis G F cis F f G cis F cis[Zwrotka 2]
cisPicture a gravecisPicture six feet freshly dugThe sh
Garp temporary wallsAt the long-te
cisrm cliff edge of the worldLight an
Fd air find some nefw deepness thereAnd u
Gsher down the cisskyWhere
cisone stanG7+ds by and tries to cismake sense of it[Zwrotka 3]
cisBut try measure losscisMeasure the silence of a houseThe unh
Geard footsteps at the doorwayThe unempl
cisoyment of the mouthThe waking
F up, having forfgottenAnd remem
Gbering again thcise full extenGtOf what
cis forever is[Pre-Chorus]
With each g
Frave f I think of
G loss and I can only tcishink of yoGuAnd I couldn'
cist measure it[Refren]
cAnytime I've struFggled on (Struggled on)Against the cour
Gse (Against the course)cOut on my own (I'd see)Eve
Fry time (Each ftime)I'd burn through
Gthe world, Icis'd seeThat the wo
frld (The world)FIt burns throucisgh me (Burns through me)cBut when I (I), I'd let Go (I'd let go)My struggling f
Gorm (My struggling form)FMy willingcis soul (I'd see)Every t
Fime (Eacfh time)Would flow thr
Gough the world, I'dcis seeThat the w
forld (The world)FIt flows througcish me (It flows through me)That the
fworld, Fit flows tcishrough me
