Sand The Microphones
Verse
[E]I'd like to [B]believe,
[A]In one thing that you [E]say to [B]me.
[E]Would you like, to [B]leave?
When I [A]try to talk it off,
Just [E]turns out to [B]be.
Chours
[C#m]Turn on the [E]stove,
In the [B]little tiny rooms that our friend calls a [A]home.
[C#m]My head fills with [E]heat,
From the [B]knife in your hand to [A]my...
Verse
[E]I'd like to [B]understand,
[A]What you think about and [E]why it seems so [B]bad.
[E]It's only escape,
From [A]everything I know I'm weak.
I [E]Know that I'm [B]sad.
chours
[C#m]Turn on the [E]stove,
In the [B]little tiny rooms that our friend calls a [A]home.
[C#m]My head fills with [E]heat,
From the [B]knife in your hand to [A]my...
[E]Sand.
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