Tono: E
Introducción: Am E
Am E
You're my favorite explosion.
Am E
A violin with no hands plays symphonies with no words.
Am E
A drowning boy with no voice prays someone up there's telling me,
Am F C
You'd better not get back up!
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I spit my heart into this red cup.
Am F C E
I'd better pick it back up, it might ruin your night.
And she said,
Am F C G
"Baby, leave the water by the bed for later,
Am F C G
and I woke up without a single drop.
Am F C G
I told myself I'm tired of holding up your backup plans.
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(True love comes from more than just the heart)
Am E
She said paint a picture on me,
Am E
throw your dress up and your heart away.
Am
Yeah, I heard what you said.
E Am E
A friend of a friend, these strangers at the party never paid.
Am F C
And if that doesn't turn you on.
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I'll keep talking till something does.
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As we're covered in sand, you roll over and smile.
Am F C G
I told myself I'm tired of holding up your backup plans.
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and until that day,
I'll steal you flowers from the cemetery, red roses.
F C F Am
Red rose of the dead.
How does it feel to breathe oxygen inside my head?
Am E
So say it, say I'm in love, cause you called me
Am E Am
crying from your job, said you just got fired.
F C G
And you don't have a backup plan,
Am F C G
so don't expect me to understand.
(A diamond bullet and a gun made of gold, she was covered in blood last seen in San Francisco)
Am F C E
Yeah!
We all breakdown.
Am F C E
Sometimes the bedroom walls become my only friends,
Am E C
but they were there from beginning to end.
Am F C G
I told myself I'm tired of holding up your backup plans.
Am F C
You know I've never held a gun in my life,
G Am F C
but now I carry one around in case I see you tonight.
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Bedroom walls.
Am F
Oh, these bedroom walls.
C G
Oh, I hate what it tastes like.