Bring Me The Horizon

Bring Me The Horizon

And The Snakes Start To Sing
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Am 
I've lost the plot again 
C                                 G 
Tell your friends to sharpen their teeth 
Am                                              C G 
There's a few quid to be made... 

Am 
And my soul's a sorry state 
C                                          G 
So come on down, you're empty lovers. 
Am                                                    C G 
Worms come out of the woodwork 
G 
And the snakes start to sing. 

Am 
Do you feel the chill, 
C                             G 
Clawing at the back of your neck? 
Am 
I start to spill. 
C                                                   G 
Did you really think that you could fix me? 
Am                              C          G 
They'll sell your bones for another roll. 
Am 
Well sharpen your teeth. 
C                                      G 
Tell yourself that it's just business. 

Am                                                       C  G 
Worms come out of the woodwork. 
Am                                                       C  G 
Leeches crawl from out of the dirt 
Am                                                       C  G 
Rats come out of the holes they call home, 
Am                         C 
I fall apart. 
             G 
And the snakes start to sing. 

Am 
Don't say I'm better off dead, 
C                                                G 
'Cause heaven's full and hell won't have me. 
Am                                                                       C  G 
Won't you make some room in your bed? 
Am 
Oh, well you could lock me up in your heart, 
C                                       G 
And throw away the key. 
Am                                 C                         G 
Won't you take me out of my head? 

 G                 Am 
I'm just a would've been, could've been, 
                                 C                           G 
Should've been, never was and never ever will be. 
Am 
Well, sharpen your teeth. 
C                                  G 
Tell yourself that it's just business. 
Am 
Would've been, could've been, 
                                C                              G 
Should've been, never was, and never ever will be. 
Am                                                           C  G 
Worms come out of the woodwork, 
G 
And the snakes start to sing. 

Am                                                       C  G 
Worms come out of the woodwork. 
Am                                                       C  G 
Leeches crawl from out of the dirt 
Am                                                       C  G 
Rats come out of the holes they call home, 
Am                         C 
I fall apart. 
             G 
And the snakes start to sing. 


Am 
If you can't soar with the eagles, 
C                                          G 
Then don't fly with the flock. 
Am                                          C     G 
Are you still getting high? 
Am 
Did you catch your own reflection, 
C                                           G 
In the knife my mother held? 
Am                                                 C    G 
Or the hell in my father's eyes? 

Am 
If you can't soar with the eagles, 
C                                          G 
Then don't fly with the flock. 
Am                                    C  G 
Are you still getting by? 
Am 
Was I your knight in shining armour? 
C                                G 
The apple of your eye? 
Am                                  C G 
Or just a step to climb? 

Am 
If you can't soar with the eagles, 
C                                          G 
Then don't fly with the flock. 
Am                                          C G 
Are you still getting high? 
Am 
Did you catch your own reflection, 
C                                           G 
In the knife my mother held? 
Am                                                 C G 
Or the hell in my father's eyes? 

Am 
If you can't soar with the eagles, 
C                                          G 
Then don't fly with the flock. 
Am                                    C  G 
Are you still getting by? 
Am 
Was I your knight in shining armour? 
C                                G 
The apple of your eye? 
Am                                          C              G 
Or just a step, a fucking step to climb?

Enviado por: Amanda Claudino

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