Tonart: E major
Verse 1
D
A
Face up by your nose,
talking solemn prose
There I see myself,
and oh I know he knows
D
He's peeking through the shutters,
peering out the blinds
Tell her that I'm sorry, tell her I'm still kind
A
It was a long way to say no,
it was a thought just overgrown
There she sees me now,
oh she knows me how
D
She sees me peering through the shutters,
peeking out the blinds
Tell her that I'm sorry,
tell her I'm still kind
A
And all the while he lays in me,
his face is screwed up agony
I'm screaming so it's clear to me,
D
free me of this melancholy
A bitter wine refusal
for trying to be kind
The saints parade their visions,
the sinner's left to die
A
All the darkness, my blindness,
D
and all the tears I've cried
A
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My dystopia, my struggle to survive
D
We stumble through this life,
the answers on our mind,
won't you please consider, it's
The questions we must find
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