C G You punched a holeC G C In the windshield of my twenty ten AccordG Some kind of hellD Is coming for us baby( D D4 D )C G Still out for bloodC G C You screamed like hell at some old lady and her dogG Which backed away likeD You might give it rabies [Refrão]D7 My, my, my, my loveEm Am There's nothing left at the bottom of the bottleD D#º Em Your half unfinished novel is sitting on the stairsAm I know the signs I've been learning how to read themCm7 G No need for us to pretend that it will be alrightF#7 Am G AlrightF#7 Am G AlrightF#7 Am G Ooh ooh ooh ooh ohF#7 Am G Oh, alright( D D4 D )C G I punched a holeC G C In the windshield of your twenty ten AccordG I'd say I'm sorryD D4 D But I'm not sorryC G And I hate your momC G C Hopped up on Xanax that the state helps her affordG With money meantD For your sweetheart little brother [Refrão]Em Am There's nothing left that I really need to say hereD D#º Em Should I try to stay here or will I end up just like youAm I know the signs I've been learning how to read themCm7 Am No need for us to pretend that you will be alright[Solo] C Em E5+ AmC Em E5+F C I had the strangest dreamEm I was looking out from your eyesAb5+ At meF C And I, I saw myself for realC/E Em And not like in a mirrorEb F#7 But clearerF C And oh, beloved like a friendEm Like the visions of pretend thingsAb5+ Pretend thingsF C Now, we'll never be okEm But God herself did make usEb F#7 NakedF C Clean, just like we were bornEm So, too, shall, we be tornAb5+ From our bodiesF C Like, it's as if each treeEm Were an old desreted shrineEb F#7 UnlightedF C Done, and pining to be freeEm To crumble in its last gaspAb5+ To black ashF C Once again to reconnectEm With the pieces of itself thatEb F#7 F It left behindC The closed lids of your eyesA7 Do you dream the same dreamsAb5+ The same fires?
Some Kind of Hell
Under The Rug
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Tom: