Tonalité : Eb major
Verse 1
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D
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Every
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G
day it's Friday night
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G
I hold my body like a butcher knife
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G
Smiling for the camera eyes closed
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G
Doing anything you ask I suppose
D
You tell me you would die
G
to breathe me in
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G
I know there's no excuse for oxygen
D
So I will make your bed my graveyard
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D
Let the world run through
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F#m
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my soft parts
Verse 2
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D
And I live at this faultline
Between the edge of solitude
F#m
and hope
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D
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D
I'm shaking in a sentimental trope
F#m
And all the stars apologize for night
A
I don't blame them I've wanted
D
to sometimes
I don't know what to tell you
F#m
where I've been
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D
My body's just a landscape for your sin
F#m
And all the days regret the city lights
A
I know it's just the fault
D
of the faultline
Verse 3
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D
G
Every week keeps slipping by
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G
In this imitation paradise
D
The angels make me sorry
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when I err
D
From the way they want
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me everywhere
D
Can't you see I'm sinking
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further in
D
Wish you could reimburse my oxygen
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D
I gave you everything
G
and then some more
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A
D
A
Left you with nothing to be looking for
Verse 4
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D
Will I die at this faultline?
F#m
Between the edge of entropy and woe
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D
I wanted everything so much it grows
F#m
Until I can't manage this appetite
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D
I loved you so traumatically that I
Can barely lift the world you
F#m
left for me
A
There's lots of ghosts
D
I somehow still can see
F#m
Holding onto me for our dear life
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All these bodies always touching
Outro 1
mine
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F#m
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D
F#m
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D
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