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Artist: The Antlers
 Album: Hospice
  Song: Bear

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Tabbed by: rachelrecaptured

           G                  Bm
There's a bear inside your stomach
                  C            G
The cub's been kicking from within. 
      Em                    Am
He's loud, though with our vocal cords, 
       C             D
We'll put an end to him. 
            G                 Bm
We'll make all the right appointments 
        C           G
No one ever has to know, 
            Em                Am
And then tomorrow I'll turn twenty-one, 
        C             D
We'll script another show.
              G                  Bm 
We'll play charades up in the Chelsea, 
          C                      G
Drink champagne, although you shouldn't be.
          Em             Am             C    D
We'll be blind and dumb until we fall asleep. 
               G         
None of our friends will come, 
      Bm	      
They dodge our calls and 
       C              G
They have for quite awhile now.
            Em                       Am 
It's not a shock; you don't seem to mind,
    C                 D 
And I just can't see how.

          C-D
We're too old.
          Am      D
We're not old at all
         C-D
Just too old
          Am      D
We're not old at all.

           G                 Bm
There's a bear inside your stomach, 
                  C              G
The cub's been kicking you for weeks 
             Em          Am
And if this isn't all a dream, 
                 C              D
Well than we'll cut him from beneath.
                 G                Bm
Well we're not scared of making caves,
            C               G 
Or finding food for him to eat.
         Em              Am 
We're terrified of one another
      C                  D
Terrified of what that means.
                G             Bm	  
But we'll make only quick decisions,
                  C               G
And you'll just keep me in the waiting room,
    Em	                Am 
And all the while I'll know were fucked,
           C               D 
And not getting un-fucked soon.
             G                   Bm	 
When we get home we're bigger strangers 
            C          G
Than we've ever been before. 
            Em                Am
You sit in front of snowy television, 
     C            D
Suitcase on the floor.

          C-D
We're too old.
          Am      D
We're not old at all
         C-D
Just too old
          Am      D
We're not old at all.