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Standard (EADGBE)

 Did you expect it all to stop

 at the wave of your hand?

 Like the suns just gonna drop

 if it's night you demand.

 Well, in the dark were just air

 so the house might dissolve.

 once were gone, who's is gonna care

 if we were ever here at all?

Well, summers gonna come

 it's gonna cloud our eyes again.

no need to focus

 when there's nothing that's worth seeing.

 So we trade liquor for blood

 in an attempt to tip the scales.

 I think you lost what you loved

 in that mess of details.

 They seemed so important at the time

 but now you can't even recall

 any names, faces, or lines.

 Its more the feeling of it all.

Well, winter is going to end and

 I'm gonna clean these veins again.

 So close to dying that I finally can

 start living.