The National

The National

Slipped
Composição de (Matt Berninger/Carin Besser/The National)
Capo 4 

Am    G        C        F 
I'm in the city you hated, my eyes are fallen 
Counting the clicks with the living dead, my eyes are red 
I'm in the crush and I hate it, my eyes are fallen 

G           C              F 
I'm having trouble inside my skin 
I try to keep my skeletons in 

Am    G              C                F 
Is it weird to be back in the south? And can they even tell 
That the city girl was ever there Or anywhere? 

G           C              F 
I'm having trouble inside my skin 
I try to keep my skeletons in 

G      C                    F            G 
I'll be a friend and a fuck-up And everything 

C                  G 
But I'll never be anything you ever want me to be 

C          C/B              Am                                  G 
I keep coming back here where everything slipped 
But I will not spill my guts out... I 
I keep coming back here where everything slipped 
But I will not spill my guts out 

Am    G        C        F 
I don't need any help to be breakable, believe me 
I know nobody else who can laugh along to any kind of joke 
I won't need any help to be lonely when you leave me 

G           C              F 
It'll be easy to cover 
Gather my skeletons far inside 

G      C                    F            G 
It'll be summer in Dallas Before I realize 

Am    G        C        F 
I don't want you to grieve But I want you to sympathize (alright) 
I can't blame you for losing Your mind for a little while (so did I) 
I don't want you to change But I want you to recognize (that I) 

G           C              F 
It'll be easy to cover 
Gather my skeletons far inside 

G      C                    F            G 
It'll be summer in Dallas Before you realize 

C                  G 
But I'll never be anything you ever want me to be 

C          C/B              Am                                  G 
I keep coming back here where everything slipped 
But I will not spill my guts out... I 

C          C/B              Am                                  G 
I keep coming back here where everything slipped 
But I will not spill my guts out

Enviado por: Paulo Rocha Antunes

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