Tonart: Eb major
Verse 1
Eb
Bb
I haven't got the patience
Eb
to hear you rattle on
Gm
Ab
Our life is pointless kings
and pointless days, wasting dawns
Eb
Bb
The lack of point might be the point,
Eb
so why should we despair?
Ab
We like to fuck and eat and laugh
and shouldn't we have our share?
Bb
This life's a rubbed bed full of pop
and sometimes circumstance
At times it's serious, soft, delirious,
Eb
Bb
Eb
Bb
always it's dance
Eb
Bb
Eb
Bb
I always have to tell you
Eb
the things you ought to know
Bb
Ab
How anger doesn't make you happy,
gotta let it go
Eb
The world can take your punches
Bb
and hold you at the end
Gm
Ab
You deserve much more than hate,
and no one should pretend
Bb
This life's a rope and full of pop,
and more than what's a chance
You decide your kind of ride,
Eb
and if you wanna dance
D
Eb
D
Eb
D
Eb
I haven't got the patience
to watch you waste your life
Gm
Ab
The wall dances happen, chickens fatten,
love turns into fights
Bb
This time's too dear to allow fear
to dictate yes and no's
Contented eyes will summarize
the choices that you chose
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TunerE A D G B E
Akkorde & SongtexteEb Bb Gm Ab D
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