Music is a universal language, and needs not be translated. With it soul speaks to soul
Bdim71st fret bar 2nd fret, 2nd string 3rd fret, 3rd and 5th string AmHe wants to die in a lake in Geneva The mountains can cover the sBdim7hape of his nose AmHe wants to die where nobody can see him But the beauty of his death will cBdim7arry on so AmI dont believe himBdim7 He gAmreets me with kisses when good days deceive him And sometimes we're scorned and someBdim7times I believe him And someAmtimes Im convinced that my friends think Im crazy Get scared and call him, but hes uBdim7sually hazy At Am1 in the morning, the day is not ended ByBdim7 2 he is scared that sleep is no friend By Am4 he will drink but he cannot feel it Bdim7Sleep will not come because sleep does not will it And AmI dont believe hiBdim7m Morning is mAmocking me Bdim7 I Amwander the streets, avoiding them eats Till ring on my finger sBdim7lips to the ground A gift to the gutter, a gift to the city The veins of which have broken me down And I dont believe him Morning is mocking me The Amgods thatG he belAmieves G never Amfail to aGmaze Amme G He believes in the love in his god of all things But I find him wrapped up in all manner of sins The drugs that deceive him and the girls that believe him AmI cant control you, I Gdont know you well FThese are the reasons I Bdim7think that youre ill AmI cant control you, I Gdont know you well FThese are the reasons I Bdim7think that youre ill And since Amlast that we parted lBdim7ast that i saw him down by a river, silent and hardened Morning was mocking us, blood hit the sky I was just happy, my manic and I He couldnt see me; the sun was in his eyes AmAnd birds were Bdim7singing to Fcalm us Gdown AmAnd birds were Bdim7singing to Fcalm us Edown AmAnd Im sorry young man, I caGnnot be your friend. I dont believe in a fairytale end I dont keep my head up all of the time I find it dull when my heart meets my mind AmAnd I hardly know you, I thGink I can tell FThese are the reasons I tBdim7hink that we're ill AmI hardly know you, I tGhink I can tell FThese are the reasons I tBdim7hink that I'm ill And the Amgods that Ghe belAmieves G never fAmail to disGappoint Amme G And the gods that he believes never fail to disappoint me My Amnihilist, my Bdim7happy man, my Ammanic and Bdim7I Have Amno Bdim7plans to Fmove on E And the Ambirds are siGnging to cFalm us doBdim7wn And the Ambirds are sGinging to Fcalm us dEownStandard guitar tuning:EADGBECapo on 1 fret
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