Hợp âm Richard Divine

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[Intro 1]
[Em]

[Verse 1]
[Em]Richard Divine made up his mind
To take the [Am]last [G]few [Am]steps[F#dim]
[Am]to t[Em]he ba[D]throom door
From his bedroom floor and
to [Em]lock himself in.

[Verse 2]
[Em]Steady young hands,
meticulous plans,
Disposable [Am]razor[G] s [Am]and[F#dim]
[Am]a bl[D]ister-pack filled
filled
With strong sleeping pills,
and a bath of [Em]hot water.
[G]

[Verse 3]
[B]
[C]He[A][Em]
carefully wrote
a funerary note
On his best [Am]writ[G]ing [F#dim]paper to[Em]
[D]set out the facts,
And sealed it with wax,
and [Em]left it in the kitchen.

[Verse 4]
[Em]He left it out so his parents
would know
What there was [Am]waiti[G]ng f[F#dim]or them[Em]
[D]Pale cold skin and blood seeping in
[Em]to the landing c[G]arpet.

[Verse 5]
He said he's not for [B]sale,
said that he felt [C]hounded,
Crowded and surroun[A]ded by this life
he didn't [G]choose.
But everybody [B]plays this game
on a daily [C]basis.
They're not heroes,
they're surviv[A]ors,
And it's not Shakespearean
if they lose.
[Em][G][C]

[Verse 6]
[Am][G]
[B]So do [Em]what you want,
Do what the [D]voices [G]tel[D]l you[G],[C]
But don't ever say that we didn't
warn [Am]you.[G][Em]

[Interlude 1]
[G]

[Verse 7]
He said he's not for [B]sale,
But he bought into his fail[C]ure.
He's telling tales that [A]hammer nails
right into open [G]palms.

[Verse 8]
A martyr in re[B]verse,
He's best at being wor[C]st,
The rest of us are cursed
[A]But we keep calm and we
carry [E]on.

[Interlude 2]
[B][C][D][E]
[B][C]

[Verse 9]
[D]So Richard, here it is[G]
None of us [Bm]are blameless,
Huddled here like [C]strangers,
Shameless in [D]our lists of all
the changes we say [G]we need.

[Verse 10]
But I think that you [B]knew that,
You can't pretend it's news
[C]That when you cut yourself you'll bleed.
[A][A]