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ADon't leave me in this room Fm#The walls are closing in BmThis is the space I used to say DThe line is dErawn for you each day
ABut every day you show Fm#With sound of caving walls BmSome day this song will have no pulse DAnd I'll Ecave alone
DBut there we are EWaiting for your answer AYour arms speeded elation Fm#Beating out your salvation BmBut when the tape stopped you were Egone A half measure from Ahome Ehome, Dhome...
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AThis week I recreate Fm#Edit you back into BmThe blare that could define you DCoveted by fewE who knew
AThe phone rings without pause Fm#This grief wills everyone BmAll I have is our shitty song DHow could it ever Ebe enough?
DHere we are in Eour final accord AA mortician and his tools Fm#Sonically bury you BmYou could have chose another Echord to resolve Aon, Eon, Don....