Аккорды The Accidentals - Simple Terms
[Intro] F#m C#m Dmaj7 F#m C#m Dmaj7 [Verse 1] F#m C#m Dmaj7 I’ve got a bloodshot eye upon the night F#m C#m Dmaj7 Sunlight and fog and all the certainties of time Bm F#m A E This ship of Theseus with structural integrity Bm F#m A E My pieces fall apart, I don’t know what will become of me [Verse 2] F#m C#m Dmaj7 Digging through old journals just to find out how I feel F#m C#m Dmaj7 Like I can’t remember what determines if I’m real Bm F#m A E A veteran multitool, the stories that I left behind Bm F#m A E Each breath I’ve lost is just exhaust for the beating heart inside [Chorus] Dmaj7 F#m E I don’t wanna waste my time watching my life burn up Dmaj7 F#m E I don’t wanna waste my time waiting for a hero to turn up Dmaj7 F#m E I don’t wanna waste my time pretending that I’m fine D Bm When there’s no finish line, it’s a race against the lie [Verse 3] F#m C#m Dmaj7 Damp cold, the road pulls winter’s coat on sleeve by sleeve F#m C#m Dmaj7 Pain carves the tracks of all the evil in my dreams Bm F#m A E When I park at stations, all I see are stranger’s eyes on me Bm F#m A E I wonder when my racing thoughts will ever let me sleep [Chorus] Dmaj7 F#m E I don’t wanna waste my time watching my life burn up Dmaj7 F#m E I don’t wanna waste my time waiting for a hero to turn up Dmaj7 F#m E I don’t wanna waste my time pretending that I’m fine D Bm When there’s no finish line, it’s a race against the lie [Bridge] D F#m A E And I admit, the couch I sit in does accommodate D F#m A E The feeling grates, I hate the way it hefts my weight D F#m A And you, on the other side, your eyes like knives, E D You carve the complex of my mind into simple terms Bm As if that’s what I’m worth [Chorus] Dmaj7 F#m E I don’t wanna waste my time watching my life burn up Dmaj7 F#m E I don’t wanna waste my time waiting for a hero to turn up Dmaj7 F#m E I don’t wanna waste my time letting the dust pile up Dmaj7 F#m E I don’t wanna waste my time pretending that I’m fine D Bm When there’s no finish line, it’s a race against the lie [Outro] F#m C#m Dmaj7 F#m C#m Dmaj7
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