Cifras
These Are The Layers Of Bandages

Tono: D

Introducción:

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               Bm                                             Fm                                   G 
You're looking at me now, and I didn't know what to say
 Bm                                                 Fm                       G 
Medicine from the mouth is poison in the brain
 Bm                                       Fm                                       G 
Wet black streaks are scarring the side of your face
     Bm                                       Fm                                       G 
I watch you undress and sleep in the mess you're made

 G                   A               Bm     A 
You'd look prettier dead
                 G                                                   A                               Bm       A 
So I'll take you by the hand and direct you to the bed, whoa
         G                       A           Bm         A 
You strain your lungs into the pillow
                   G                     A                 Bm       A 
Crying, "no no, whoa whoa whoa whoa"

         Bm                                       Fm                                             G 
And after it is done, now I can see the stains on your teeth
                 Bm                                           Fm                             G 
And the sides of your face seem to lack all symmetry
         Bm                                 Fm                               G 
But I will forgive and never forget, and I won?t deny my philosophy?s amiss
 Bm                                             Fm                                               G 
These words are poison delivered through the lips, stating it simply, "ignorance is bliss"

 G                   A               Bm     A 
You'd look prettier dead
                 G                                                   A                               Bm       A 
So I'll take you by the hand and direct you to the bed, whoa
         G                       A           Bm         A 
You strain your lungs into the pillow
                   G                     A                 Bm       A 
Crying, "no no, whoa whoa whoa whoa"

 G                   A               Bm     A 
You'd look prettier dead
                 G                                                   A                               Bm       A 
So I'll take you by the hand and direct you to the bed, whoa
         G                       A           Bm         A 
You strain your lungs into the pillow
                   G                     A                 Bm       A 
Crying, "no no, whoa whoa whoa whoa"