Cifras
Whispers In A Shot Glass

Tom: C

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           C 
Sit down if it suits you, darling.
 Am 
Pour yourself a drink.
                   F                                                             C                       G 
Because nothing gets you down when you're too drunk to think.
                       C                                                               Am 
I've got a two ton iron weight that weighs heavy on my spine.
           F 
I'd love to toss it on this table.
           C                         G 
But now is not the time.
             C 
It's too late to dream, boys.
 Am 
She's already gone.
                     F 
I've got nothing left but pain and grief.
         C                         G 
So throw a record on.
                       F                         G 
And we'll sing until the sun comes up.
                       Am           F           G 
And we'll dance until we crash.
                     F                                 G                         C 
Until our sorrows are just whispers in a shot glass.
         C 
Sit down, sing me a song, girl.
 Am 
Tell me how you feel.
                                           F 
Because we've been wearing these fucking goofy smiles
                 C                                         G 
and we both know they're not real.
               C 
Maybe you could ease me of this pain.
                               Am 
I'd pluck the thorns right from your spine.
             F 
If I had the guts I think I have when I'm drunk,
                     C                             G 
then I'd try to make you mine.
             C 
It's too late to dream, boys.
 Am 
She's already gone.
                     F 
I've got nothing left but pain and grief.
         C                         G 
So throw a record on.
                       F                         G 
And we'll sing until the sun comes up.
                       Am           F           G 
And we'll dance until we crash.
                     F                                 G                         C 
Until our sorrows are just whispers in a shot glass.