Porter Robinson - Sad machine

^AbWho survived? ^EbSomebody new? ^CmAnyone else But you.^B

On a l^Abonely night Was a bu^Ebrning light ^Cm A hundred years, we'll be bo^Brn again

And though I kn^Abow, since you've aw^Ebakened her again She dep^Cmends on you, she depe^Bnds on you She'll go ^Abon, and never sp^Ebeak of this again We de^Cmpend on you, we depe^Bnd on you

And though I kn^Abow, since you've aw^Ebakened her again She dep^Cmends on you, she depe^Bnds on you She'll go ^Abon, and never sp^Ebeak of this again We de^Cmpend on you, we depe^Bnd

I don't know mu^Abch about your life beyond these war^Ebm walls The fleet^Cming sense of love within these G^Bod forsaken homes And I can he^Abar it in his voice, in every ca^Ebll "T^Cmhis girl who slept a hundred years ha^Bs something, lift the wall"