Bright Eyes - Basketball, аккорды

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so i'm just the medecine
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Em7
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Am7
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you take when your sick
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Em7
Am7
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you get well and thats it
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Am
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i'm put back on the shelf in your mirror
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and it isn't exceptional
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Em7
Am7
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the corse of our fate
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Em7
Am7
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so people love and they hate
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Am
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and i guess it's just our turn to hate
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yeah,you were just some song i wrote
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Em7
Am7
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a poem on a page
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Em7
Am7
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a sculpture i made out of clay
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Am
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desire was the flame but now your more of a basketball boys just pass you around they bouce you hard on the ground and dribble and then we all get high fives and you think i'm an asshole now well you're proably right but at least i'm not blind to the facts i've been wishing were lies but still i hope you get everything that you care to posess and unbeleivable sex with him or anyone of my friends but just don't ask about my apetite i dind't loose it tonight no, it's been gone half my life it's just i have been eating for you
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