Wormwood
Ritt Momney
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- Cmaj7
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C It's been two years since The last time I criedDm I was gone with my friends when My grandmother diedG And her youngest son called meAm F Tears fell from my phoneCmaj7 She planted a gardenC And raised him beside itDm He played in the soil As his mother's sunlight hitG His face and the flowersF Now they've wilted awayDm If you get impatient Like an angry fatherG And decide that you want me Decide that you want herC Just come through the front doorContinúa después del anuncioDm Look me in the eyes I heard that in heaven Bad things don't existG But I heard the same thing goes for Non-existence soC Whichever one takes usDm We're better off thereC I thought I heard you sayDm There were no losers, only winners That's my mistakeG But if I'm already a sinner I might as wellF Kill everyone who's ever told meDm D I needed helpC Don't offer me something I'm able To give myselfDm While you're up busy being stable I'll clear the shelvesG And all the seats around my table Have cleared themselves My friends are gone but just forF right nowDm At least I will Forget them all eventually For one who's all-loving You turned on me quicklyG The moment I left you, you turned them against meCmaj7 C In the name of what's rightDm7 As if they could knowDm This imperfect path for these imperfect peopleG Where you go they'd follow, the fire or the steepleCmaj7 C But you never lead themDm You simply command