Hợp âm The Writer

Lời & hợp âm

[Intro 1]
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[Verse 1]
The other [Am]side of the [E]room [Am]an
empty bottle lies [Em]broken.[F][E][Am]
Purple faces are sure,
[F]of [E]sno[F]w w[Am]hite sheets to soak in.[E]
[Am]His clothes are spread aroun[E]d,
[Em]they[E] sme[F]ll[Am] of perspirati[Em]on.
[E]A h[F]alf[Am] eaten meal[E][Am][E]
[F]att[Am]racts the flies attention.
[D][Ch[E]orus]
Do [F]I Do I Do I Do I [E]Hear the man's [F]cries.
[Fm]Do I[F] Do I Do I Do I Look in his [E]eyes.
[Am]Do I[E] Do I Do I Do I Care if he dies
Do I [F]Do I Do I Do [Am]I?
Take a paper towel and place
it over his head.
Phone up reception and re
[D]port him [Am]as dead.
Open up the window [D]and
expose him [Am]to light.
Push it all away from me...No
that can't be right.
Ri High [F]hight...[Am][E][F]
[Am]A continental bree[E]ze has s[F]et[Am]
the blinds in mo[E]tion.[F]
[Am]Brings just a hint of chan[E]ge
[F]from the[Am] Atlantic Ocean.
[F]The ancient church bel[Am]l rin[F]gs.
[Am]Defies the march of progress[F].
[Am]The senor[F]itas said you [Bbm]were too
young [Am]to notice.
[F][Repeat Chorus]

[Outro 1]
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