The Wytches - Her parents - аккорды

[ Предположительная тональность: C ]

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In her sunshine blouse
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She prefers to keep the desperate men out
      Fm       C                    F            G
If I stay far away and then she'll feel okay
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'Cause the smile on her face is poison

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In her rotary chair
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She's spinning too fast and it spits out her hair
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And she's well-known for a tendency's grown
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As the number on the scales shiver

[Chorus]
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And we fight like the crows Shoulders, elbows
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All covered in blood from the farm girl's last purge
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Between selling me your lover passing
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Well I fell with no pain but it hurts just the same

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Annabelle's in the rain
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Reading those dreams for the number or names
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Well she comes across like an animal lost
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But her cage is the cleanest around

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And her parents hold her down in the night
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Before closing her eyes she said, "Everything's fine"
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When she next arrives with a conscience divine
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And a smile on her face, artificial
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Yes the smile on your face, artificial

[Chorus]
         Gm                                   Gm
Well I said to her parents running family since birth
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And I feel like I worm buried body in dirt
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On my birthday I scream "Every day's a bad dream
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Or a story to sell but stop reading me Annabelle"