Johnny Manchild And The Poor Bastards - Sour taste

^DNothing exciting to ^Eadmire, we both get ^Gtired and fall asl^Gmeep watching t^Dv ^DOur empty cups collect our d^Eust, and we begin to r^Gust, but even r^Gmust starts to taste^D sweet When you're w^Eith me, when you were ^Gwith m^Gme ^D

^DSoaked and freezing to the b^Eone, we race back h^Gome to dry our s^Gmkin against the f^Dire ^DEven at my wo^Erst, you were the f^Girst to find somet^Gmhing left to a^Ddmire

^DBaby names and cigarettes, we h^Ead it all in counterfeit, our m^Gedicine was s^Gmick in its own w^Day ^DWhen I had to let you go, the g^Erass was buried under snow, your l^Gast kiss left a ^Gmvery sour t^Daste

^DOut of the corner of your e^Eye, I passed ^Gby, and you swall^Gmowed and made your ^Dway ^DOh, you wanna know just how I've b^Eeen, well I have lost a bit of s^Gkin, looks like we've ^Gmgot nothing to ^Dsay ^DI'm not the best at giving u^Ep, you dropped your eyes, I dropped my c^Gup The glass was shat^Gmtered on the f^Dloor ^DNothing to say, plenty to sh^Eout, I dropped my act and laid it o^Gut They kicked my a^Gmss right out the d^Door

^DBaby don't be sorry yet, I've o^Enly started to regret all o^Gf the things I'm l^Gmiable to s^Day ^DAin't it sweet, the best of me is b^Eroken, bloody at your feet, and b^Gittersweet is ^Gmall that I can ^DTaste

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