Labour - Paris Paloma Авторські пісні
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BmWhy are you hanging on Em So ti
GghtTo the rope that Iʼm hanging from
A Off this
BmislandThis was an escape plan (
EmThis was an escape plan)Carefully
Gtimed itSo let me go
A N.C.
And dive into the waves below
Pre-Chorus:
BmWho tends the orchaDrds?Who fixes up the
Ggables?Emotional tor
F#tureFrom the head of your high ta
BmbleWho fetches the wa
DterFrom the rocky mountain sp
Gring?And walk back down ag
F#ainTo feel your words and their sha
Grp stingAnd Iʼm getting fucking tired
Chorus:
BmThe capillaries in my Deyes are burstingGIf our love died, Awould that be the worst thing?BmFor somebody I Dthought was my saviourYou
Gsure make me do a Awhole lot of labourBmThe calloused skin on my Dhands is crackingGIf our love ends, Awould that be a bad thing?BmAnd the silence Dhaunts our bed chamberGYou make me do Atoo much labourInstrumental:
Bm Em G ABmApologies for my tonEmgueNever yo
GursBusy lapping from flowing c
AupAnd stabbing with your
BmforkI know youʼre a smart man (
EmI know youʼre a smart man)And weaponi
Gse the false incompeAtenceItʼs dominance under a
BmguisePre-Chorus:
If we had a daugh
DterIʼd watch and could not save
GherThe emotional tort
F#ureFrom the head of your high
BmtableSheʼd do what you taught
DherSheʼd meet the same cruel
GfateSo now Iʼve gotta
F#runSo I can undo this mi
GstakeAt least Iʼve gotta try
Chorus:
BmThe capillaries in my Deyes are burstingGIf our love died, Awould that be the worst thing?BmFor somebody I Dthought was my saviourYou
Gsure make me do a Awhole lot of labourBmThe calloused skin on my Dhands is crackingGIf our love ends, Awould that be a bad thing?BmAnd the silence Dhaunts our bed chamberGYou make me do Atoo much labourBridge:
BmAll day, every day, therapist, mother, maidBmNymph then a virgin, nurse then a servantBmJust an appendage, live to attend himBmSo that he never lifts a fingerBmTwenty-four-seven Dbaby machineSo
Ghe can live out his Apicket fence dreamsBmItʼs not an act Dof love if you make herGYou make me do tAoo much labourBmAll day, every day, Dtherapist, mother, maidGNymph then a virgin, Anurse then a servantBmJust an appendage, Dlive to attend himGSo that he never Alifts a fingerBmTwenty-four-seven Dbaby machineSo
Ghe can live out his Apicket fence dreamsBmItʼs not an act Dof love if you make herGYou make me do Atoo much labourChorus:
BmThe capillaries in my Deyes are burstingGIf our love died, Awould that be the worst thing?BmFor somebody I Dthought was my saviourYou
Gsure make me do a Awhole lot of labourBmThe calloused skin on my Dhands is crackingGIf our love ends, Awould that be a bad thing?BmAnd the silence Dhaunts our bed chamberGYou make me do Atoo much labour Bm
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