Em G Terrified of all the corruptionEm G It fumbles every breathEm G I come to your doorEm G I'm going to miss itAm C I'm swimming in the riverAm C Drowning in this fatal moonEm G I walk into all your motivesEm G Hey my world is getting cruelAm C Am C We will be perfect againAm C If it's the last thing we ever doEm G Still i'm on your sideEm G Still i'm on your sideAm C Am C We will be perfect againAm C Em Put on my best sunday dressAm C Em And i walk straight into this mess of mineAm C Em And i put on my best sunday dressAm C Em And i walk straight into this mess of mineEm G Terrified of all the corruptionEm G Soul plauged by their diseaseEm G Look at your and your innocenceEm G Or me and my babyAm C No more that you come your friendAm C No more seizures by the seaEm G I walk this plank like a lullabyEm G And no one throws rocks at meEm C Em C And no one throws rocks at meAm C You can have your pound of fleshAm C Just just justifyAm C Em Put on my best sunday dressAm C Em And i walk straight into this mess of mineAm C Em And i put on my best sunday dressAm C Em And i walk straight into this mess of mine
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