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 flag
D7 G/D and you were biding your time
Gdim7 Am7 Thought I saw you at the finish line and you were biding your time
D7 D9 and you were biding your time and you were biding your time
G/D C#m7b5 Tripped on my compass as I fled on foot
D7 Shed all my luggage, all your
Gmaj7/B fuck-me-boots
Bbdim7 Am7 Cute as a button on a wounded high horse
D7 D9 Sink into the quicksand of desire and remorse
G/D Pissed off and juiced up, with my back to the wall
D7 G/D Blindfolded, eager to give into the fall
Gdim7 Am7 Stripped of the structures that boggled my mind
D7 D9 Sink into the quicksand, making up for lost time
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G/D Serenading in the trenches / Do you wanna pretend we’re dead
D7 G/D Serenading in the trenches / Do you wanna make love in stead
Gdim7 Am7 Cute-ass casualties, clueless come-ons
D7 D9 Our aborted mission, our self-indulgence
G/D Bled out from paper cuts all over the news
D7 Softened the bruises with a
G/D one-sided truce
Gdim7 Am7 Stripped of our passions, in a lukewarm embrace
D7 D9 Sink into the quicksand of stale dignity and grace
G/D Keep it up, keep on, try keeping up with myself
D7 G/D Old ideas, splinters, put that shit on the shelf
Gdim7 Am7 Slumbering limbo, laurels resting on me
D7 D9 Sink into the quicksand of a ruthless memory
G/D Serenading in the trenches / Do you wanna pretend we’re dead
D7 G/D Serenading in the trenches / Do you wanna make love in stead
Gdim7 Am7 Cute-ass casualties, clueless come-ons
D7 D9 Our aborted mission, our self-indulgence
G/D Thought I saw you at the finish
C#m7b5 line and you were burning a flag and you were biding your time
D7 Thought I saw you at the finish
Gmaj7/B line and you were biding your time
Bbdim7 Thought I saw you at the finish
Am7 line and you were biding your time
G and you were biding your time and you were biding your time
G/D Serenading in the trenches / Do you wanna pretend we’re dead
D7 G/D Serenading in the trenches / Do you wanna make love in stead
Gdim7 Am7 Cute-ass casualties, clueless come-ons
D7 D9 Our aborted mission, our self-indulgence
G/D Oh what a beautiful boy child
D7 G/D Oh boy, the man of my dreams
Gdim7 Am7 Oh what a big boy, what a boy child
D7 D9 Oh man, oh boy, what a dream
G/D Oh boy, you’re preaching to the
D7 wrong choir I know what’s up, my
G/D time is up
Gdim7 Am7 D7 I know what’s up, my time is up
D9
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