The Mechanisms - Blood and Whiskey, аккорды

[Verse 1]:
      
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Oh my loves, raise a glass to 
         
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those we leave behind
       
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We may end up dead, with a bullet
        
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in the head
   
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But if we’re not returning from 
     
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this damn fool quest
       
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Then tonight let's drown our 
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sorrows down with whiskey
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Lancelot, you’re a fool to drink 
     
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your bottle dry
        
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Whiskey kills your fear, and 
       
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you'll want keep that near
        
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‘Cause I don’t know what is out 
             
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there but we need that GRAIL
      
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And I love you, but you stink to 
       
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hell of whiskey
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[Verse 3]
           
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Drain your glass, strap your 
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piece, for my loves, we ride
      
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Empty miles of steel fall away 
            
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beneath our wheels
      
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As we leave a trail of bodies of 
    
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the folks we’ve slain
        
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And the camps we raid for 
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gasoline and whiskey
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Maybe it’s the heat, or maybe 
         
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it’s the pain
      
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But I can’t shake the feeling 
          
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we’re not coming back again
          
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We’re not pure of heart, but 
      
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we’re sure of aim
         
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And our heads are full of love 
              
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and blood and whiskey
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[Verse 4]
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There’s a dream that I've had as 
   
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we ride out west
     
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Of a golden age and this world’s 
               
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wrongs all redressed,
      
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But I wake to find there’s 
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nothing here but fear and 
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death
       
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And between the two there’s only 
          
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blood and whiskey
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Quit your whinging, Arthur, or 
     
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your wounds won’t heal
        
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And the vultures that are 
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circling will get their 
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meal;
       
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We can mourn our dead later until
 
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then don’t feel
      
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Just clean the wounds with bloody
          
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rags and whiskey