Bear by The Antlers
{title: Bear}
{artist: The Antlers}
{album: Hospice}
{year: 2009}
{start_of_bridge: Intro}
[G] [Bm] [C] [G] [G/F#] [Em] [Am] [C] [D]
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{start_of_verse: Verse 1}
There's a [G]bear inside your [Bm]stomach,
The cub's been [C]kicking from with[G]in. [G/F#]
He's [Em]loud, though without [Am]vocal chords,
We'll [C]put an end to him.[D]
We'll make [G]all the right ap[Bm]pointments,
No one [C]ever has to [G]know. [G/F#]
And then to[Em]morrow I'll turn [Am]twenty-one,
We'll [C]script another show.[D]
We'll play cha[G]rades up in the [Bm]Chelsea,
Drink cham[C]pagne although you [G]shouldn't be. [G/F#]
We'll be [Em]blind and dumb un[Am]til we fall asleep.[C] [D]
None of our [G]friends will come,
They [Bm]dodge our calls,
And they [C]have for quite a[G]while now. [G/F#]
It's not a [Em]shock,
You don't seem to [Am]mind and [C]I just can't see how.[D]
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{start_of_chorus: Chorus}
We're too [C]old. [Bm]
We're not [Am]old, old at [D]all.
Just too [C]old. [Bm]
We're not [Am]old, old at [D]all.
{end_of_chorus}
{start_of_verse: Verse 2}
There's a [G]bear inside your [Bm]stomach,
The cub's been [C]kicking you for [G]weeks. [G/F#]
And if this [Em]isn't all a dream,[Am]
Well then we'll [C]cut him from beneath.[D]
Well, we're not [G]scared of making [Bm]caves,
Or finding [C]food for him to [G]eat. [G/F#]
We're terri[Em]fied of one an[Am]other
And terri[C]fied of what that means.[D]
But we'll make [G]only quick de[Bm]cisions,
And you'll just [C]keep my in the [G]waiting room. [G/F#]
And [Em]all the while I'll know we're [Am]fucked
And not [C]getting unfucked soon.[D]
When we get [G]home we're bigger [Bm]strangers
Than we've [C]ever been be[G]fore. [G/F#]
You sit in [Em]front of snowy [Am]television,
[C]Suitcase on the floor.[D]
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{start_of_chorus: Chorus}
We're too [C]old. [Bm]
We're not [Am]old, old at [D]all.
Just too [C]old. [Bm]
We're not [Am]old, old at [D]all.
{end_of_chorus}