My Manic and I Laura Marling
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[Am]He wants to die in a lake in Geneva, the mountains can cove[Em]r the shape of his nose.
[Am]He wants to die where nobody can see him but the beauty of [Em]his death
will carry on so...
[Am]I dont believe him.[Em]
[Am]
He[Em] greets me with kisses when good days deceive him and sometimes with scorn and
sometimes I believe him,
[Am]
And some[Em]times I'm convinced my friends think I am crazy, get scared and call him but
he's usually hazy.
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By one in the morning day is not ended, by two he is scared and sleep is no friend, and
will it and I dont believe him.
Morning is mocking me.
I'll wander the streets avoiding them eats until the ring on my finger slips to the ground.
A gift to the gutter, a gift to the city the veins of which have broken me down.
And I dont believe him, morning is mocking me.
Oh the gods that he believes never fail to amaze me.
He believes in the love of his god of all things, but I find him wrapped up in all
manner of sins.
The drugs that deceive him and the girls that believe him.
I can't control you I dont know you well, these are the reasons I think that you're ill.
I can't control you I dont know you well, these are the reasons I think that you're ill.
And since last that we parted last that I saw him down by a river silent and hardened,
morning was mocking us. Blood hit the sky.
I was just happy, my manic and I
He couldn't see me the sun was in his eyes and birds were singing to calm us down. And
birds were singing to calm us down.
And I'm sorry young man, I cannot be your friend. I don't believe in a fairytale end. I
dont keep my head up all of the time.
I find it dull when my heart meets my mind
Though I hardly know you I think I can tell, these are the reasons I think that we're ill.
I hardly know you I think I can tell, these are the reasons I think that I'm ill.
And the gods that he believes never fail to disappoint me.
And the gods that he believes never fail to disappoint me.
My *nihilist, my* happy man my manic and I have no plans to move on.
The birds are singing to calm us down
And birds are singing to calm us down.
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