William Fitzsimmons - Centralia
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Capo: 3
Capo 3
DmI offer mysAmelf to you
I am a bGroken thing
A cardinal with Fsevered wings
DmA dim morning to Amhide my face
Though I am a Gsunderer
Guised in maFternal grace
DmHeir to a crAmippled crown
My little Gelysium
God how ive Flet you down
DmLet me Cfall
through the Gground
where you fFell
back to you
DmWe burn like Amcentralia
Lost in the Gash below
Hoping to Ffind a home
DmSo far may youAm run from me
Cities with Gliving leaves
a fire to fFear beneath
DmLet me faCll
Through the Gground
Where youF fell
Back to you
DmLet me faCll
Through the Gground
Where youF fell
Back to you