Serenading In The Trenches
Sondre Lerche
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G/D [055430] C#m7b5 [x4545x]D7 [05453x] Gmaj7/B [x25432] Bbdim7 [x12020]D9 [05455x] Gdim7 [x45353]G/D Thought I saw you at the finish line and you were burning a flagD7 G/D and you were biding your timeGdim7 Am7 Thought I saw you at the finish line and you were biding your timeD7 D9 and you were biding your time and you were biding your timeG/D C#m7b5 Tripped on my compass as I fled on footD7 Shed all my luggage, all yourGmaj7/B fuck-me-bootsBbdim7 Am7 Cute as a button on a wounded high horseD7 D9 Sink into the quicksand of desire and remorseG/D Pissed off and juiced up, with my back to the wallD7 G/D Blindfolded, eager to give into the fallGdim7 Am7 Stripped of the structures that boggled my mindD7 D9 Sink into the quicksand, making up for lost timeContinues after the adG/D Serenading in the trenches / Do you wanna pretend we’re deadD7 G/D Serenading in the trenches / Do you wanna make love in steadGdim7 Am7 Cute-ass casualties, clueless come-onsD7 D9 Our aborted mission, our self-indulgenceG/D Bled out from paper cuts all over the newsD7 Softened the bruises with aG/D one-sided truceGdim7 Am7 Stripped of our passions, in a lukewarm embraceD7 D9 Sink into the quicksand of stale dignity and graceG/D Keep it up, keep on, try keeping up with myselfD7 G/D Old ideas, splinters, put that shit on the shelfGdim7 Am7 Slumbering limbo, laurels resting on meD7 D9 Sink into the quicksand of a ruthless memoryG/D Serenading in the trenches / Do you wanna pretend we’re deadD7 G/D Serenading in the trenches / Do you wanna make love in steadGdim7 Am7 Cute-ass casualties, clueless come-onsD7 D9 Our aborted mission, our self-indulgenceG/D Thought I saw you at the finishC#m7b5 line and you were burning a flag and you were biding your timeD7 Thought I saw you at the finishGmaj7/B line and you were biding your timeBbdim7 Thought I saw you at the finishAm7 line and you were biding your timeG and you were biding your time and you were biding your timeG/D Serenading in the trenches / Do you wanna pretend we’re deadD7 G/D Serenading in the trenches / Do you wanna make love in steadGdim7 Am7 Cute-ass casualties, clueless come-onsD7 D9 Our aborted mission, our self-indulgenceG/D Oh what a beautiful boy childD7 G/D Oh boy, the man of my dreamsGdim7 Am7 Oh what a big boy, what a boy childD7 D9 Oh man, oh boy, what a dreamG/D Oh boy, you’re preaching to theD7 wrong choir I know what’s up, myG/D time is upGdim7 Am7 D7 I know what’s up, my time is upD9