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The Breaks
Rich Mullins
***E - F#m7 - E/G# A equals "E->A"
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E E -> A E B7sus
E A E
Here is my heart, take what you want
-> A F#m7sus
'cause I have no use for it anyway
G#m7 E
Well of all the stupid things I've ever said
- /D# D2 A2
This could be the worst, may be the best
C#m9 A2 B(no 5)/A A2 B(no 5)/A
But those are the breaks, these are the bruises
C#m9 F#7
And if I can't give myself away I'm the only one who loses
B7sus B7
And I don't want to lose this


Chorus:
A F#m7sus
It is the sea that makes the sailor
B7sus B7 E
And the land that shapes the sea
-> A F#m7sus
And I do not know yet what I am made of
B7sus B7 E
Or all I may someday be
-> A F#m7sus
And it is the wood that makes the carpenter
B7sus B7 E
It's the very tools of his trade
C#m9
It is love that makes the lover
A2 F#m7 E
And a cross that makes a saint
-> A E B7sus
Here is my song, listen if you will but I have no heart for it anymore
I just have a mind to cut it loose
And if it sails off into the blues then I'll just let it soar
And the sky is better keeping
And I won't be any poorer for giving it its freedom
And here's one for freedom


CHORUS
->A E -> A F#m7
And of all of the stupid things I've ever said
This could be the worst, maybe the best
C#m9 A Bno5/A A Bno5/A
But those are the breaks
C#m9 A Bno5/A A Bno5/A A B/A E
Words and music by Rich Mullins
© 1995 Edward Grant (ASCAP)