Cifras
Don't Die

Tono: G

Introducción:

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Gm  
I see the passionate who killed themselves with drink
Gm  
Or drugs or speeding cars in order not to think
Gm  
They must have felt like there just nothing was to do
Eb            F                      Gm                                                                 Eb                                         F                                         Gm                 D  
Oh why hast thou murdered those who see the most in search of a true thrill or clue
Break
Gm  
Gm  
Verse
Gm  
There's something wrong here where the best ones want to go
Gm  
Parker, Lautreamont, Monroe they held it just to throw
Gm  
The world away who were its grace before they left
Eb                    F                      Gm                                              Eb                                              F                              Gm              D  
To choose to have a point of view oblivious that leaves the rest of us bereft
Gm              F                                                                    Eb                                                                    D  
There I see the piercing eyes that look through all until they see their back
Gm                                                                      F                                                         Eb                      D  
There where any thought will think about itself and that's the only fact
Gm                                    F                                                      Eb                                            D                    Gm  
There a man has left just death, delerium, and drugs, or feel the lack
Break
Gm  
Gm  
Verse
Gm  
The air is cool today the time is drawing near
Gm  
My walls are white and so's my brain afloat in self-made fear
Gm  
A banal feeling of the sort "I ain't insane"
Eb              F                         Gm                                                                    Eb                                      F                                    Gm              D  
No fate worse than to never leave yourself and it's as well the most repulsive pain
Instrumental
Gm  F  Eb  D  
Eb  Cm  D  D7  
Gm  F  Gm  D  
Break
Gm  
Gm  
Verse
Gm  
The air is cool today that whistles through my ribs
Gm  
My skull is full of sand that dribbles down upon my bib
Gm  
I call out "Baby" but her face looks like a clock
Eb                      F              Gm                                                            Eb                                    F                                         Gm                    D  
Tick tock, alive, triumphant victims so surprised we can't recover from the shock
Gm         F                                                         Eb                                      D  
Me, I like a joke as much as anybody else but some are rough
Gm                              F                                                                                 Eb                                      D  
Yeah when the joke's on you though you're the joker too you've had enough
Gm                                                 F                                                                            Eb                                            D                      Gm  
Then though there is no one there, because there's nothing there, you call your bluff