Тональность: E minor
Intro 1
Am
C
Em
E
Em
Am
C
Em
E
Em
Verse 1
Em
Am
C
Where do failed imposters go?
Am
C
Am
Burn the book that says you
C
Am
Em
E
Em
took the
Am
Autumn, the fall grows low
C
Over rooftops far below
the
Em
E
Em
Verse 2
Am
Springtime, the vespers chime
Blossoms fill the trees that
Esus4
E
Em
line the
C
Where do all your worries go?
Am
Now I guess we'll never know
Em
Well, how you hit the
E
Verse 3
Em
C
You said "don't let your
G
F#sus4
E
heart give out"
Am
C
G
F#sus4
Em
No, I won't let my heart give out
E
C
You said "don't let your
G
F#sus4
E
breath run out"
C
G
No, I won't let my breath
F#sus4
run out
Em
E
Em
Verse 4
C
Em
Well it's true, I push too hard I guess
B
Am
To use whatever fuel is left
C
G
At it's best it's all the art
F#sus4
F#dim
of doubt
Interlude 1
Am
Em
Verse 5
Am
Well, I really don't know how
we call this piece
'Cause it's a goddamn shame about
Em
the wall to wall wars
C
Pleading self-defence but
but the story's old
Am
"It was worth it," we're told
Em
There's a promise on the way, yeah
I don't believe what they say
Verse 6
C
G
You said "don't let your
F#sus4
E
heart give out"
Em
C
G
F#sus4
No, I won't let my heart give
Em
E
Em
E
Em
out
C
You said "don't let your
G
F#sus4
E
breath run out "
Em
C
G
No, I won't let my breath
F#sus4
run out
Em
E
Em
Verse 7
C
Em
Well, it's magical, your meaningless
B
Am
Habitual, mundane excess
Em
C
G
At it's best it's all the art
F#sus4
B
Am
Em
of doubt
Am
Doubt
Interlude 2
Am
Em
Verse 8
Am
Now we gotta take it upon ourselves
Next time the kick drum starts
E
Em
Drag your mind from the gutter babe
C
All this isolation's sinister
Am
So be kind to yourself
E
There will never be another you
Em
E
Em
There's just nobody else that's you
Verse 9
C
You said "don't let your
G
F#sus4
E
heart give out"
Em
Am
C
G
No, I won't let my heart
F#sus4
E
give out
Em
C
You said "don't let your breath
G
F#sus4
E
run out"
Am
C
G
No, I won't let my breath
F#sus4
run out
Em
E
Em
Verse 10
C
Em
Well, it's true, I push too hard I guess
B
Am
To use whatever fuel is left
C
Em
Yeah it's true, I push too hard I guess
B
Am
To use whatever fuel is left
Em
C
Em
Yeah it's true, I push too hard I guess
B
Am
To use whatever fuel is left
C
G
At it's best it's all the art
F#sus4
Em
E
Em
E
of doubt
Em
C
G
F#sus4
At it's best it's all the art of
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