Mountains Make Me Crazy
The Weeks
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D Oh, these mountains make me crazyF#m My legs can’t seem to standBm G And I’ll be leaving in the morning with or without you she saidD If I’m breaking what I’m buildingF#m I’ve ripped out every single stoneBm G And you can break my soul or bones girl but you can’t destroy my homeEm No you can't destroy my homeD If these street lights they all flickerF#m Just like candles in the streetBm G I will give my soul to strangers and let the bastards sell it cheapD I've seen girls out on the street lordF#m Men drunk on the boulevardBm G The kings all know my face lord and the jokers pulled my cardEm Oh, the jokers pulled my cardBm D They say that that doesn’t kill you makes you strongerBm F#m I should be pretty strong or so it seemsG Em Cause I almost died a thousand timesD Bm Oh, death it follows meA I guess that’s what separates us gods from kingsContinúa después del anuncioD We will plant our dead in boxesF#m And pray to god that something growsBm Leave the widow on her kneesG Boys dressed in black with empty hopesD The children’s screams are crazyF#m Their eyes are blacked out from the smokeBm G I can spare my bread and water, but I cannot spare my coatEm No I cannot spare my coatD Don’t damn my imaginationF#m Cause my dreams are all I haveBm In the day its damp and dirtyG But when I sleep it’s not that badD Dirty hands they cling to boxcarsF#m Tender tears stain frozen cheeksBm G We're all searching for salvation but we won’t find it in these streetsEm We won’t find it in these streetsBm D They say that that doesn’t kill you makes you strongerBm F#m I should be pretty strong or so it seemsG Em Cause I almost died a thousand timesD Bm Oh, death it follows meA I guess that’s what separates us gods from kingsD Everybody lives for somethingF#m Well I guess I must live to thinkD You can have my thoughts at half the costEm 'Cause I think they’re killing meD Well the tree lines weave through fieldsF#m Giant serpents of the southD Em I’ve seen the sun set on the ocean I’ve seen the daylight drown itselfD Poets drink their whiskeyF#m They point out problems in our livesBm Well you will will never read his notebooksG He wont be famous till he diesD Well without our hearts were nothingF#m And without our spines were weakBm G Well you can pump my blood or hold me up but that still won't make me freeEm No that still won’t make me free