[ Предположительная тональность: C ] hammer on the b string when you do the F F (003210) C F C F I have a friend, he's mostly made of paint C F C F He wakes up, drives to work and straight back home again C F C F He once cut one of my nightmares out of paper C F C F I thought it was beautiful, I put it on a record cover G C F And I tried to tell him that he had a sense G C F Of color and composition so magnificent F G F G And he said thank you, please, but your flattery F G F G It is truly not becoming me F G F G Your eyes are poor, you're blind, you see F G F G No beauty ever could have come from me C F I'm a waste C F C F C F Of breath, of space, of time
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