Bbm F# C# That hashtag wants me dead, but I don’t mindBbm F# C# It’s just another way we grieveBbm F# C# for all the times we fail to be the onesBbm F# C# we thought we had the chance to be [Chorus]G# F# And when it gets too complicatedG# F# when you can’t get to sleepC# F# when the morning seems impossibleC# F# Select all deleteC# F# Select all deleteC# Bbm F# C# Select all deleteBbm F# C# [Verse 2]Bbm F# C# I don’t mean to miss the good old daysBbm F# C# The good old days were mostly badBbm F# C# But I recall how dark the night got thenBbm F# C# how absences could make me glad [Chorus]G# F# So when it’s too illuminatedG# F# too loud and indiscreetC# F# When it gets you stoned or gets you strangeC# F# Select all deleteC# F# Select all deleteC# Bbm F# C# Select all delete
Select All Delete
John K. Samson
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