¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
[Intro]
D G (x2)
[Verse 1]
D G
You are no comedian, your scene is not a joke
D G
the message left intact until you spoke
D G
scribbled down on tattered linen then moved to a glass display
D G
til you cracked the glass, snatched it and ran away
D G
the kids in their bedrooms are screaming
D
we're old enough now
A G
to reclaim a conscious clear
D A D
we have to start somehow
E G
let them be
Bm D G
the sentiment is all but lost on all but me
E G
cause unknown
Bm D G
a sense of loss makes me feel less alone
[Chorus]
A Fm Bm G D
days are so much better spent wading through seas of discontent yeaaah
D G (x2)
[Verse 2]
D G
the time has come to come to terms with all the things you've done
D G
the guilt and anger you try and outrun
D G
spend your days having pillow talk with the bottle on your floor
D G
til the dialogue just leaves you wanting more
D
you cradle your booze like a baby
G D
grieve identity lost
Bm D G
trade our words for spitting fire
D A G
ignorance in favor of desire
E G
still I go
Bm Am G
in search for answers I may never know
E G
still I find
Bm Am G
the strain of search helps me sleep through the night
Fm Bm
an uphill battles still a fight
E D G
[Chorus]
A Fm Bm G
days are so much better spent wading through seas of discontent yeaaah
[Outro]
E Fm
and I would rather drown
G
then end up like you now
Bm D Fm Bm
D G (x2)
[Verse 1]
D G
You are no comedian, your scene is not a joke
D G
the message left intact until you spoke
D G
scribbled down on tattered linen then moved to a glass display
D G
til you cracked the glass, snatched it and ran away
D G
the kids in their bedrooms are screaming
D
we're old enough now
A G
to reclaim a conscious clear
D A D
we have to start somehow
E G
let them be
Bm D G
the sentiment is all but lost on all but me
E G
cause unknown
Bm D G
a sense of loss makes me feel less alone
[Chorus]
A Fm Bm G D
days are so much better spent wading through seas of discontent yeaaah
D G (x2)
[Verse 2]
D G
the time has come to come to terms with all the things you've done
D G
the guilt and anger you try and outrun
D G
spend your days having pillow talk with the bottle on your floor
D G
til the dialogue just leaves you wanting more
D
you cradle your booze like a baby
G D
grieve identity lost
Bm D G
trade our words for spitting fire
D A G
ignorance in favor of desire
E G
still I go
Bm Am G
in search for answers I may never know
E G
still I find
Bm Am G
the strain of search helps me sleep through the night
Fm Bm
an uphill battles still a fight
E D G
[Chorus]
A Fm Bm G
days are so much better spent wading through seas of discontent yeaaah
[Outro]
E Fm
and I would rather drown
G
then end up like you now
Bm D Fm Bm
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