![]() B E A A little after twelve, the function suite was full C#m B With people I had never seen before Ripped up ticket stubs, confetti'ed on the floor It dawned on me I’d seen it all before Cool your beans my son, you look a fucking mess No one’s getting out of here, tonight Hit that button there, the one that just says wrong We’ll lose our lives through all our favorite songs Припев: B C#m Go forward to later you look light on your feet E D When you whirled in the room I was nailed to my seat B C#m I‘m like a prisoner getting ready to talk E D I feel the blood in my hands and the threat in your walk B C#m And suddenly it lifts the roof off the place E D That keeps a fault in my step, and a grin on my face B C#m It can’t contain me but you needn't on me E D Get me back in my box, and snap the branches off me A little after four, the function suite is dead And I am just a ripped up ticket stub Here’s a helping hand, a voice that’s far too close And I am up and on my broken limbs Припев And suddenly it lifts the roof off the place That keeps a fault in my step, and a grin on my face It can’t contain me but you needn't on me Get me back in my box, and snap the branches off me Подобрать аккорды без баррэ | ТональностьСбросить Размер шрифтаСбросить Аппликатуры аккордовA ![]() C#m ![]() D ![]() E ![]() B ![]() |