Sub Urban - Cradles, аккорды

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I live inside my own world of make-believe
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Kids screaming in their cradles, profanities
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I see the world through eyes covered in ink and bleach
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Cross out the ones who heard my cries and watched me weep
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I love everything
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Fire's spreading all around my room
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My world’s so bright
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It's hard to breathe but that's alright
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Hush
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Shh
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Tape my eyes open to force reality (Oh no, no)
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Why can’t you just let me eat my weight in glee?
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I live inside my own world of make-believe
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Kids screaming in their cradles, profanities
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Some days I feel skinnier than all the other days
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Sometimes I can't tell if my body belongs to me
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I love everything
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Fire's spreading all around my room
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My world's so bright
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It's hard to breathe but that's alright
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Hush
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Shh
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I wanna taste your content
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Hold your breath and feel the tension
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Devils hide behind redemption
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Honesty is a one-way gate to hell
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I wanna taste consumption
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Breathe faster to waste oxygen
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Hear the children sing aloud
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It's music 'til the wick burns out
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Hush
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Just wanna be care free lately, yeah
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Just kicking up daisies
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Got one too many quarters in my pockets
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Count ’em like the four leaf clovers in my locket
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Untied laces, yeah
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Just tripping on daydreams
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Got dirty little lullabies playing on repeat
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Might as well just rot around the nursery and count sheep

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