Hợp âm Guitar
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DInfinite Jest and cinnamon bread Why don'tGyou make yourself atEmhome?
When youDopen up, you close me in AndGcut me to theEmbone
Close as aGmkiss on the lipDTo the southern tip
UnEmtil you're red in the face Now you've got nothing toDsay
EmNow you've got nothing toDsayGEm
GmSpring, summer, fallDYou were standing tall
WinningEmall of your basketballAgames
YouDgalloped on the piano keys LikeGa LiberaceEmfool
YouDhummed a little out of tune AndGsomehow you soundedEmcool
I can'tGmlie May, June, JulyDI was a good guy
ThenEmyou came over that day Now I've got nothing toDsay
GI must'veEmleft open theDgateGNow the dog is running aGmwayD
IfGmthis goes on forever CouldDyou ever keep me safe?
Like all theEmmen you've lovedThe women you'veEmloved
You tell meGmwe're in this together When IDknow it's not the case
'Cause all theEmmen you've loved The women you've loved
They all got something toDsayGEm
They all got something toDsayGEm
It couldn't keep me aDway
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