Cifras
Early Sunset Over Monroeville

 D                           Bm       F#m         A   D                       Bm             F#m     A 
Late dawns and early sunsets   , just like my favorite scenes
 D                       Bm               F#m           B   A         D                       Bm         F#m     A 
Then holding hands and life was perfect, just like up on the screen
 Bm                       F#m               Gm         A 
And the whole time while always giving
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Counting your face among the living
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Up and down escalators   , pennies and colder fountains
 D         Bm           F#m               B   A     D                           Bm             F#m             A 
Elevators and half price sales, trapped in by all these mountains
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Running away and hiding with you
 Bm           F#m                       Gm         A 
I never thought they'd get me here
 Bm                           F#m                   Gm             A 
Not knowing you changed from just one bite
 Bm                       F#m           Gm         A                                   Bm 
I fought them all off just to hold you close and tight
But does anyone notice?
                                 F#m 
But does anyone care?
                                                                                     Gm 
And if I had the guts to put this to your head...
                                       A                                               F#m 
But would anything matter if you're already dead?
                                 Gm                                                               A 
And should I be shocked now by the last thing you said?
                                       F#m 
Before I pull this trigger,
                                           Gm 
Your eyes vacant and stained...
                                 A 
But does anyone notice?
                                 F#m 
But does anyone care?
                                   Gm                             A 
And if I had the guts to put this to your head...
                                       F#m                                           Gm 
And would anything matter if you're already dead?
                                         A                                                         F#m 
And now should I be shocked by the last thing you said?
                                       Gm 
Before I pull this trigger,
                                           A 
Your eyes vacant and stained...
                                     F#m 
And in saying you loved me,
                                             Gm 
Made things harder at best,
                                                   A 
And these words changing nothing
                           F#m 
As your body remains,
                                               Gm 
And there's no room in this hell,
                                               A 
There's no room in the next,
                                   F#m 
And our memories defeat us,
                                     Gm 
And I'll end this direst.
                                 A 
But does anyone notice?
                                 F#m 
But does anyone care?
                                   Gm                                             A 
And if I had the guts to put this to your head...
                                     F#m                                           Gm 
But does anything matter if you're already dead?
                                 A                                                                 F#m 
And should I be shocked now by the last thing you said?
                                       Gm 
Before I pull this trigger,
                                           A 
Your eyes vacant and stained...
                                     F#m 
And in saying you loved me,
                                             Gm 
Made things harder at best,
                                                   A 
And these words changing nothing
                           F#m 
As your body remains,
                                               Gm 
And there's no room in this hell,
                                               A 
There's no room in the next,
                                 F#m 
But does anyone notice there's a corpse in this bed?