Death

Dm         G            C
The sky is just about sand
Dm           G              C
Your silence seems to have crept
Dm          G       Am
I know the hour's intense

[Chorus]
C                     G
Death, what could be worse
     Dm                    F
If I had something to complain about
C               G               Dm
If I took your place, would it hurt
                  F
Something to complain about

[Verse]
Dm          G             C
I never thought that I'll let
Dm         G          C
I mostly want what I get
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Dm          G               Am
It comes at night when it wants
Dm            Am         G
You're better off in our bed

[Chorus]
C                     G
Death, what could be worse
     Dm                    F
If I had something to complain about
C               G               Dm
If I took your place, would it hurt
                  F
Something to complain about

[Verse]
Dm          G           C
Prefer the noise to the song
Dm              G               C
The words, they always seemed wrong
Dm           G          Am
We're better off within here

[Chorus]
C                     G
Death, what could be worse
     Dm                    F
If I had something to complain about
C               G               Dm
If I took your place, would it hurt
                  F
Something to complain about
C                     G
Death, what could be worse
     Dm                    F
If I had something to complain about
C               G               Dm
If I took your place, would it hurt
                  F
Something to complain about