Four years of hard work!This month of May we celebrated four years on the air. We continue working on the dissemination of this wonderful instrument, thank you for participating in our story!
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Date: Wed, 11 Oct 1995 16:07:59 +0100 (MET)
From: joHaN beHReNFeLDT
Subject: Re: Disclosed Fridge's Song Never End - chopro
#from Johan Behrenfeldt [email protected]
{title:never end}
{st:disclosed fridge}
[Em] Inane il[Am]lusions clog my [D]mind, hero[C]in infects my [Em]soul
Disgrace eats [Am]off my toxic [D]heart, blurry [C]visions take con[Em]trol
Teeth are [Am]buried in my [D]flesh, blood runs [C]deep from hollow [Em]eyes
Injected [Am]fatal viru[D]ses, with no [C]conscience, cold as [Em]ice
Spine [Am]shattered into [D]splinters, bones cor[C]rodin' into [Em]rust
My needle [Am]mustang brings me [D]strength, ad[C]renaline turns to [Em]lust
{C:chorus}
[A5] I want some [C]more, I need a [Dadd4/add2]line
[A5] A little [C]more to ease my [Dadd4/add2]mind
[Em] Addiction [Am]screams for empa[D]thy, I lie a[C]wake, I cannot [Em]breathe
Nostrils [Am]filled with true re[D]lief, exquisite [C]rivers drench my [Em]need
No e[Am]motions are a[D]roused, fingers [C]numb, veins are [Em]dry
I see no [Am]more, my eyes in [D]vain, my gaze is [C]fixed upon the [Em]sky
Leave me a[Am]lone to wakin' [D]up, someday I'll [C]die but so will [Em]you
God will re[Am]lease me from my [D]sins, someday I'll [C]walk the clouds a[Em]new
{C:chorus}
[Em] My epi[Am]tath bein' [D]scribed, cold words [C]rippin' my fate [Em]apart
Sweat per[Am]spiring down my [D]face, panic [C]slashes through my [Em]heart
Skin turns [Am]dead, a shade of [D]blue, eyes roll [C]back into the [Em]dark
Banished [Am]by the sera[D]phimes, God's re[C]demption leaves its [Em]mark
Hell de[Am]prives me from my [D]soul, wasted [C]parts, no life e[Em]steem
I see no [Am]future, never [D]end, a mind that [C]craves ampheta[Em]mine
{C:chorus}
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#song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. #
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Date: Wed, 11 Oct 1995 16:07:59 +0100 (MET)
From: joHaN beHReNFeLDT
Subject: Re: Disclosed Fridge's Song Never End - chopro
#from Johan Behrenfeldt [email protected]
{title:never end}
{st:disclosed fridge}
[Em] Inane il[Am]lusions clog my [D]mind, hero[C]in infects my [Em]soul
Disgrace eats [Am]off my toxic [D]heart, blurry [C]visions take con[Em]trol
Teeth are [Am]buried in my [D]flesh, blood runs [C]deep from hollow [Em]eyes
Injected [Am]fatal viru[D]ses, with no [C]conscience, cold as [Em]ice
Spine [Am]shattered into [D]splinters, bones cor[C]rodin' into [Em]rust
My needle [Am]mustang brings me [D]strength, ad[C]renaline turns to [Em]lust
{C:chorus}
[A5] I want some [C]more, I need a [Dadd4/add2]line
[A5] A little [C]more to ease my [Dadd4/add2]mind
[Em] Addiction [Am]screams for empa[D]thy, I lie a[C]wake, I cannot [Em]breathe
Nostrils [Am]filled with true re[D]lief, exquisite [C]rivers drench my [Em]need
No e[Am]motions are a[D]roused, fingers [C]numb, veins are [Em]dry
I see no [Am]more, my eyes in [D]vain, my gaze is [C]fixed upon the [Em]sky
Leave me a[Am]lone to wakin' [D]up, someday I'll [C]die but so will [Em]you
God will re[Am]lease me from my [D]sins, someday I'll [C]walk the clouds a[Em]new
{C:chorus}
[Em] My epi[Am]tath bein' [D]scribed, cold words [C]rippin' my fate [Em]apart
Sweat per[Am]spiring down my [D]face, panic [C]slashes through my [Em]heart
Skin turns [Am]dead, a shade of [D]blue, eyes roll [C]back into the [Em]dark
Banished [Am]by the sera[D]phimes, God's re[C]demption leaves its [Em]mark
Hell de[Am]prives me from my [D]soul, wasted [C]parts, no life e[Em]steem
I see no [Am]future, never [D]end, a mind that [C]craves ampheta[Em]mine
{C:chorus}
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