[ Предположительная тональность: D ] D A Bm G Wish I could write songs about anything other than death D A Bm G I can't go to bed without trying the red, shaving off the breaths D A Each one so heavy, each one so cumbersome Bm G Each one a lead weight hanging between my lungs D Spilling my guts A Bm Sweat on a microphone breaking my voice G D Whenever I'm alone with you, can't talk A Bm Isn't this weather nice? Are you okay? G D Should I go somewhere else and lie on my face? A Bm Sprinter, learning to wait G D A Bm Marathon runner, my ankles are sprained G D Marathon runner, my ankles are sprained
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