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Introducción: F#m C#m D7M F#m C#m D7M
F#m C#m D7M
I&rsquo ve got a bloodshot eye upon the night
F#m C#m D7M
Sunlight and fog and all the certainties of time
Bm F#m A E
This ship of Theseus with structural integrity
Bm F#m A E
My pieces fall apart, I don&rsquo t know what will become of me
F#m C#m D7M
Digging through old journals just to find out how I feel
F#m C#m D7M
Like I can&rsquo t remember what determines if I&rsquo m real
Bm F#m A E
A veteran multitool, the stories that I left behind
Bm F#m A E
Each breath I&rsquo ve lost is just exhaust for the beating heart inside
D7M F#m E
I don&rsquo t wanna waste my time watching my life burn up
D7M F#m E
I don&rsquo t wanna waste my time waiting for a hero to turn up
D7M F#m E
I don&rsquo t wanna waste my time pretending that I&rsquo m fine
D Bm
When there&rsquo s no finish line, it&rsquo s a race against the lie
F#m C#m D7M
Damp cold, the road pulls winter&rsquo s coat on sleeve by sleeve
F#m C#m D7M
Pain carves the tracks of all the evil in my dreams
Bm F#m A E
When I park at stations, all I see are stranger&rsquo s eyes on me
Bm F#m A E
I wonder when my racing thoughts will ever let me sleep
D7M F#m E
I don&rsquo t wanna waste my time watching my life burn up
D7M F#m E
I don&rsquo t wanna waste my time waiting for a hero to turn up
D7M F#m E
I don&rsquo t wanna waste my time pretending that I&rsquo m fine
D Bm
When there&rsquo s no finish line, it&rsquo s a race against the lie
D F#m A E
And I admit, the couch I sit in does accommodate
D F#m A E
The feeling grates, I hate the way it hefts my weight
D F#m A
And you, on the other side, your eyes like knives,
E D
You carve the complex of my mind into simple terms
Bm
As if that&rsquo s what I&rsquo m worth
D7M F#m E
I don&rsquo t wanna waste my time watching my life burn up
D7M F#m E
I don&rsquo t wanna waste my time waiting for a hero to turn up
D7M F#m E
I don&rsquo t wanna waste my time letting the dust pile up
D7M F#m E
I don&rsquo t wanna waste my time pretending that I&rsquo m fine
D Bm
When there&rsquo s no finish line, it&rsquo s a race against the lie