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+ (F4)- (F2)[Intro] Eb Db
Eb Db
Eb
Ab Eb Db Eb
Ab Db Eb
In the night where I live, there's a strange force in your kiss, oh
Ab Eb Db Eb
All's divine, in desire
Ab Eb Db Eb
With an ire of philosophy, burning scrolls in the naked heat
Ab Eb Db
Oh how coy, is your little boy?
Eb Db
'Cause I know it don't read that well
Ab Cm Db Eb
I got, buried. No it won't be long, before I rise in
Ab Cm Db
I got, buried. No it won't be long yeah
( Ab Eb Db Eb )
Ab Db Eb
In the night where I live, your children sway, they fuel the kitch
Ab Db Eb
Raise their glass to soviet cries in the ward and in shadows
Ab Db
Outright, in times of old fumes are falling, smell them burn
Ab Db
Like always, yes, always. Now hear!
Eb Db
'Cause I know it don't read that well
Eb Db
And I know only time will tell, me
Ab Cm Db Eb
I got, buried. No it won't be long, before I rise in
Ab Cm Db Eb
I got, buried. No it won't be long, before I rise in song!
( Ab Db )
Eb Db
And I know it don't read that well, yeah!
Ab Cm Db Eb
I got, buried. No it won't be long, before I rise in
Ab Cm Db Cm Eb Ab
I got, buried. Oh, no! 'Cause I know I got you
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