SlightlyCubic

Re-17

SlightlyCubic

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Intro 
Cmaj7sus2 

   G 
It falls 
                           G# 
Yet can't recollect of the cause 
C# Cmaj7sus2          D 
No one to answer it's calls 

D7 
Gm D Db(b5)sus Cm 
Gm D# 
D D# D D# 

{Instrumental} 
Gm Bb Cm G# 
G G Gb G 
Bb Cm D D# 


[Verso 1]
G Gbaug Bb Gm6/E For each day I Cm D# Reach for the stars, I Bb Cm C# Give away more of my youth C# F# Fm For the path I will carve Fm F# D# F F7 The unbalanced weight of a crooked creation Bbm G# G C May tip and just crush me before that cremation G# Fm C C7 F# C Maybe it's selfish to want to survive C# G C C7 F What should otherwise be an end to the phrase known as we Interlude N.C. G# Bb C C#dim Something came to shatter her world G# G#aug Fm Caug7/E She should have gone nowhere and just left it at that Bb Bb7/D D# D#m6 Your work remains unfinished as the years start to stack {Instrumental} Bb Bb Bb C#5 C5 B5 Bb5 A5 Bbm G#7 D#m Bbdim D# C# Bbm F# D#m F F F F F
[Verso 2]
Bbm You know I'm scared of the quiet, the empty space F E That hides in between all the waves of your grace Bbm To fall is never an option, yet half my time F# F F# Is spent on the ground, flowing down into the drain {Hook} F# F Bbm F F# G# F/A There's only so much I can do in my urgency to make things bigger C# F Bbm Bbm7 With one more year to spare before I'm forced to clear my mirror
[Ponte]
Bbm As the clocks count down and scorch what we built G#7 And I waste my life presenting my skill Gdim Does that mean I play a part in our guilt? F# Do I cry over milk already spilled? D#m When the care's gone, I've no right to complain C# As the world's end rests on all of our names C Have I done my part to not be the same? F Have I asked too much of you? Outro C# C#maj7 C#7 G#7 Is every step one in the right direction? F#maj7 Eb6sus2/C C#sus2 C#7 Am I misguided in hopeless obsession? C#6sus2 Ebm6 C# C#maj7 C#7 C#6 I've been too scared to look at my re - flec - tion Ebm7 G#sus2 C# When he looked back at me, I fell to my knees Ddim F# F For what I saw was not me, I confess sometimes Bbm It's hard not to miss Aaug Bbm7/G# That kid with his WoodenToaster shirt Bbm6/G Bbm Aaug Bbm7/G# Maybe his songs were shit, but he still put in the work Bbm6/G F# He made his art just for fun, not 'cause F Bbm He's scared what will happen when he won't Aaug Bbm7/G# Bbm6/G F# F#maj7 F7

Enviado por: Marcio Gobbo

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