Hợp âm Guitar
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Bm
Intro
(One, two three)
Verse 1
BmWhy are you hanging on Em7
So tight G
To the rope that I'm hanging Afrom
Off this Bmisland
This was an escape plan Esus4(This was an es Emcape plan)
Carefully t Gimed it
So let me go A
N.C.
And dive into the waves below
Pre-Chorus
BmWho tends the orchard Ds?
Who fixes up the Ggables?
Emotional tor F#7ture
From the head of your high ta Bmble
Who fetches the water D
From the rocky mountain s Gpring?
And walk back down ag F#7ain
To feel your words and their s Gharp sting
GAnd I'm getting fucking tired
Chorus
BmThe capillaries in my Deyes are bursting
GIf our love died, Awould that be the worst thing?
BmFor somebody I t Dhought was my saviour
You Gsure make me do a Awhole lot of labour
BmThe calloused skin on my Dhands is cracking
GIf our love ends, Awould that be a bad thing?
BmAnd the silence Dhaunts our bed chamber
GYou make me do t Aoo much labour Bm
Post-Chorus
Bm Em G( AYou make me do too much labour)
Verse 2
BmApologies for my t Emongue
Never y Gours
Busy lapping from flowing c Aup
And stabbing with your for Bmk
I know you're a smart man ( EmI know you're a smart man)
And weaponi Gse the false incompet Aence
It's dominance under a g Bmuise
Pre-Chorus
If we had a Bmdaughter
I'd Dwatch and could not Gsave her
The emotional tort F#7ure
From the head of your high t Bmable
She'd do what you taught her D
She'd meet the same cru Gel fate
So now I've gotta F#7run
So I can undo this mi Gstake
GAt least I've gotta try
Chorus
BmThe capillaries in my Deyes are bursting
GIf our love died, Awould that be the worst thing?
BmFor somebody I t Dhought was my saviour
You Gsure make me do a Awhole lot of labour
BmThe calloused skin on my Dhands is cracking
GIf our love ends, Awould that be a bad thing?
BmAnd the silence Dhaunts our bed chamber
GYou make me do t Aoo much labour Bm
Bridge
BmAll day, every day
BmTherapist, mother, maid
BmNymph then a virgin
BmNurse then a servant
BmJust an appendage, live to attend him
BmSo that he never lifts a finger
BmTwenty-four-seven Dbaby machine
So Ghe can live out his p Aicket fence dreams
BmIt's not an act of Dlove if you make her
GYou make me do t Aoo much labour
BmAll day, every day
DTherapist, mother, maid
GNymph then a virgin
ANurse then a servant
BmJust an appendage, Dlive to attend him
GSo that he never l Aifts a finger
BmTwenty-four-seven Dbaby machine
So Ghe can live out his p Aicket fence dreams
BmIt's not an act of Dlove if you make her
GYou make me do Atoo much labour
Chorus
BmThe capillaries in my Deyes are bursting.
(All day, every day, therapist mother maid)
GIf our love died, Awould that be the
Worst thing? (Nymph then a virgin, nurse then a servant)
BmFor somebody I t Dhought was my saviour
(Just an appendage, live to attend him)
You Gsure make me do a Awhole lot of labour
(So that he never lifts a finger)
BmThe calloused skin on my Dhands is
Cracking (Twenty-four-seven baby machine)
GIf our love ends, Awould that be a bad thing?
(So he can live out his picket fence dreams)
BmAnd the silence Dhaunts our bed chamber
(It's not an act of love if you make her)
GYou make me do t Aoo much labour
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