A F#mA F#m I caught you sleepin' on a sunset benchA F#m you know the one that kinda looks like shitA F#m broken fingers and a bloody chest A (stop) G# I don't think you'll remember thisA F#m and then I saw you on the boulevardA F#m tryna sell me someone's credit cardA F#m hangin' out with the avenuesA (stop) G# comin' down with nothin' to useA F#m A F#m and I know, you're getting coldA F#m A F#m and I know, you're getting coldA F#m quick stop at the liquor storeA F#m you buy a beer and I'll get 30 moreA F#m and yes sir, I'm really 24 A (stop) G# fuck that lets just run for the doorA F#m passed out and you're seein' starsA F#m waking up in someone else's carA F#m face down in the spirit ditch A (stop) G# you broke your neck but you legs still twitchA F#m A F#m and I know, you're getting coldA F#m A F#m and I know, you're getting cold
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