Lana Del Rey - 24

There's only 24 h^G#mours in a d^Eay, and h^C#malf as many ways for y^Eou to lie to ^D#me, my little love. There's only 24 h^G#mours in a d^Eay, and h^C#malf of those, you lay aw^Eake with thoughts of m^D#urder and carnage.

If y^C#mou lie down with dogs then you'll get fl^G#eas, be c^C#mareful of the company you ke^G#ep.

There's only 24 h^G#mours and that's not en^Eough to lie like you l^D#ie or love like you l^C#ove.

There's only 24 h^G#mours in a d^Eay, and ha^C#mlf of those you lay betw^Eeen the sheets with m^D#e, my lying love. There's only 24 h^G#mours, so you'd s^Eay for m^C#most of them you pay for ^Eall the things they p^D#aid you for, my love.

If ^C#myou lie down with dogs, then you'll get fl^G#eas be c^C#mareful of the ones you choose to l^G#eave.

There's only 24 h^G#mours and that's not en^Eough to lie like you l^D#ie or love like you l^C#ove.

Give me your h^G#meat, give me your di^Eamonds. You hit that str^D#eet and my crooked l^C#ust. ^D# You count to th^G#mree while they're all d^Eying, You're hard to r^D#each, you're cold to t^C#ouch.^{D# G#m}