Out Of Breath

Frank Turner

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G 320033 [INTRO] Em Am G B7 C (x2) -VERSE 1-
Em Somewhere down the road,
Am Well there's a ditch or there's a hole
G B7 C That marks the spot where you will lie when you are cold.
Em And you can run and you can hide,
Am And you can bitch and you can whine,
G B7 C But you'll never save your life. -CHORUS-
G Am G Am When you meet death, be out of breath,
G B7 And say you're pleased to see him because you're tired. Em Am G B7 C (x2) -VERSE 2-
Em Now you can go down with the wreck
Am Or you can scurry from the deck
G B7 C But there's no way to save your skinny little neck,
Em Am And you can pray to who you please and you can fall down on your knees,
G B7 C But your feet will still get wet. -CHORUS/BRIDGE-
G Am G Am When you meet death, be out of breath,
G B7 F And say you're pleased to see him because you're tired
C Of wondering how much time you have left,
A# Of worrying that you're no good at chess, It's your funeral anyway;
Am G F Am G F D Choose your game, then let's play. Em Am G B7 C (x2) -CHORUS/OUTRO-
G Am G Am When you meet death, be out of breath,
G B7 And say you're pleased to see him -
G B7 In fact you're waiting for this meeting,
G B7 And well frankly his time-keeeping
C B7 Leaves a lot to be desired,
C B7 Em So tell that hooded huckster that he's fired.
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Composição: Frank Turner

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