INTRO A Db# D


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I don't feel alright in spite of these comforting sounds you make.
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I don't feel alright because you make promises that you break.
A         Db#              H            D
Into your house, why don't we share our solitude?
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Nothing is pure anymore but solitude.
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It's hard to make sense, feels as if I'm sensing you through a lens.
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If someone else comes, I'd just sit here listening to the drums.
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Previously I never called it solitude.
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And probably you know all the dirty shows I've put on.
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Blunted and exhausted like anyone.
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Honestly I tried to avoid it.
D
Honestly. 
A                                                     Db#     
Back when we were kids, we would always know when to stiop.
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And now all the good kids are messing up.
A                    Db#          D
Nobody has gained or accomplished anything.

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