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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.
SOL
And If roofs turn to sky,
Hm
Held by the gravity of nothing,
G Hm A
An ironic and literal making of a bed.
SOL
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
SOL LA
What the fuck were you thinking
RE
I'm not sorry
SOL
I'd do it all again.
LA
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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