The Flatliners

The Flatliners

He Was A Jazzman
Composição de (Chris Cresswell/The Flatliners)
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Dm / Am / Dm / Am / A# / F / G Dm Am Dm Am A# I see you gripping tight to the rails of your hospital bed F G You move so slow Dm Am Dm Am A# You say the pain you feel is too great to be inside your head F G I know, I know A# F G You move so slow, yeah --------------------------- F C It don't mean anything to me Dm Am A# We start to die when we begin to breathe F C G But I'll keep scratching at your sympathy --------------------------- (SAME CHORDS AS PREVIOUS VERSE) I'll wander these white halls Scale all the walls for a thread of hope Wrap it around myself and cross my fingers I don't choke I'd pray if it meant anything to me One day I'll die and finally see what all the fuss is about Prepare yourself for the big sleep --------------------------- (SAME CHORDS AS PREVIOUS Chorus) It don't mean anything to me We start to die when we begin to breathe F C I'll keep scratching at your sympathy Dm Am Until you're good and ready to leave A# C F Until you feel a lot like me, yeah (ENTIRE FOLLOWING SECTIONS FOLLOW THE Dm / Am / Dm / Am / A# / F / G PROGRESSION) With curved eyes I smile As a bad excuse sits next to you Grinning crooked teeth They'll all be gone soon As the door handle swings I'm having trouble hearing you You think I'm crazy, don't you? Count your bones and clean 'em good It's come to this just like we knew it would We knew it would, we knew it would The world's become a hospital Will someone medicate us please? I'd pray if it meant anything to me One day I'll die and finally see what all the fuss is about Prepare yourself for the big sleep It don't mean anything to me We start to die when we begin to breathe Come count your bones and clean 'em good It's come to this just like we knew it would It don't mean anything to me We start to die when we begin to breathe Finish on G

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