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intro: Hm
Hm
Well do you want to talk about it,
Do you think you'd understand,
How things can get so fucked up
With such good, such good intentions.
G
And If roofs turn to sky,
Hm
Held by the gravity of nothing,
G Hm A
An ironic and literal making of a bed.
G
you know, You can walk away,
A Hm
But there is a reason to stay.
Hm
They make bad bad jokes, it's okay not to laugh.
For every push foward, you get the same fucking push back.
G Hm
You have nowhere to go, so you found someplace,
G Hm pause
you have nothing to say you start lying
G A
What the fuck were you thinking
D
I'm not sorry
G
I'd do it all again.
A
Now with all the lines so burred between hate, love, and revenge
D G (let ring)
Are just just just dead feelings.
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