Hợp âm Burning Down the Nicotine Armoire

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[Verse 1]
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(Still grinding teeth,
trying to follow you [A]home,
I'll [D]stop the world, [A]just [D]let it fall,
Wait [A]across [F#m]the street in the parkin[D]g lot
The tree is [F#m]dead, the front door is [Bm]locked.
The moments I framed have
cracked and [A]crumbled,
Grabbed us by the throat,
then I [D]choked and stumbled.
This'll nev[F#m]er work,
this'll never [D]work.
Check [F#m]my pulse as I
[Bm]swallow dirt,)
[D]I'm cutting myself

[Verse 2]
with my [Bm]own [D]morals.
I never meant [F#m]to wri[D]te about you [I never
meant to write [Bm]about [D]you].
The one contact that I loved so much,
[A]But [D]passing my own [F#m]heart,
what [D]could possibly be with[Bm]in?
[D][Bm][D][G]

[Verse 3]
Do [D]you think
[A]about your action[G]s?
Do you [D]ever won[A]der what the
consequences [G]are?
(Your li[D]censed M. [A]Bison got stabbed
with a five dollar syringe)
The dullness of exist[G]ence
(Your licensed [D]M. [A]Bison got stabbed
with a five dollar syringe)
The dullness of ex[Bm]istence..
(I'm dressed in white,
shine so bright, hair [D]so tight)

[Verse 4]
And I have no [D]sympathy for [Bm]this,
[D]He needs somebody else to lee[F#m]ch off[D] of[F#m]
[D][somebody else to leech off of].
The one contact that I [Bm]loved [D]so much,
But passing my own [F#m]heart,
what could [D]possibly [A]be wit[D]hin?
[Bm][D][G]

[Verse 5]
Do [D]you think [A]about [D]your [A]action[G]s?
Do you [D]ever won[A]der what the
consequences [G]are?
(Your li[D]censed M. [A]Bison got stabbed
with a five dollar syringe)
The dullness of exist[G]ence
(Your licensed [D]M. [A]Bison got stabbed
with a five dollar syringe)
The dullness of exist[Bm]ence..
(I'm dressed in white,
shine so bright, hair [D]so [Bm]tight)
Prescribed the [D]throat,

[Verse 6]
[F#m]I need the antidote,[Bm]
it's [D]fucking [F#m]mind over m[D]atter.[G]
Prescribed the throat, I [D]need the [G]antidote,
it's fucking mind over [F#m]mat te[D]r.[Bm]
Prescribed the [D]throat, [F#m]I need[D] the an tidote[Bm],
it's [F#m]fucking mind over mat[D]ter.
[G]Prescribed the thr[F#m]oat, I need the ant[D]idot[G]e,
it's fuck[F#m]ing mind over matte[Bm]r.
My con[D]cepts are [A]rested [D]and[F#m] manifest
[D]in way[G]s you can't [F#m]forget.[D]
[Bm]My concept[D]s are [A]rested and mani[F#m]
[D]fest in [G]ways you can[D]'t forget.
My [Bm]concepts are rested...
(If you're gonna [D]wear the [A]uniform
you better sell [F#m]the cookies
don't come [D]to my [G]house asking
for [D]a handout)
My concepts [Bm]are rested...
(If you're gonna [D]wear [A]the uniform
sell the fucking [F#m]cookies
don't come [G]to my house)

[Outro 1]
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