Wake For Young Souls

												
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Wake For Young Souls
Out of the Vein
Third Eye Blind

Tabbed by James Sawyer ... any questions justil me
james_d_Sawyer@hotmail

Yet again,Third Eye Blind show's us Stephan Jenkins can write songs..
Very repeative....its almost reggae guitar 
As shown below verses use the same chord changes... 
same as choruses..... A very fun song to play....




Intro:

D
today Ind my soul
A
i felt it die inside of me
EM
so I turn to you
G
life is like that, you know

D     A    Em   G

Verse 1:
D          A
i have your face in a photo in high school
Em
when you were alive
               G
but that's all I have
  D			A
and I can't remember I was myself then
	EM
and itsn't help
		G
still I look to you as a friend

to tell me



Chorus:

D
we are now, we are
A
we are now, we are
Em			    G
wheres time Go now on a wake young souls you tell me

D
we are now, we are
A
it's we are now, we are
Em			    G
wheres time Go now on a wake young souls
G
like a lullaby we sing


D  A   Em   G

Verse 2:

well the wind that blows
it's blowingder
and the child that grows
she's growing older
and the friends we know
they'll turn a shoulder
the friends we know
they're growingder so

Chorus 2:

we are now, we are
we are now, we are
wheres time Go now on a wake young souls
you tell me, 
we are now, we are
it's we are now, we are
whoa whoa now on a wake young souls

Bridge:

Em         Bb

A		
where's my soul? 
Em            Bb
where's my soul? 
A             G
where's my soul? 
Em	      Bb
where's my soul? 
A	      G
where's my soul? 

verse 3:

cycle of the moon brings blood to the woman
in the blood of the woman brings birth of a child
child grow up
keepgetting something
birth of a childes someplace wild you
even grey days beat the shade to wean
unbodied unsouled unheard unseen
let the gift be grown in the time to call our own
let the truth be sewn before the window's closing
truth is natural like a wind that blows