Watsky

Watsky

Send In The Sun
Composição de (George Watsky)

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G D# C Send in that sunshine G D# C Make everything right G D# C Turn on your love light 'Cause baby I’m coming on by G D# C Send in that sunshine G D# C Make everything right G D# C 'Cause there ain’t no suffering in life G D# C That don’t ease with the passage of time verse 1 G D# If stars died of old age C They wouldn’t explode, they’d burn out with a slow fade G D# C But stars escape life with a gun shot Which makes me think they stick a pistol in their sun spot G D# C Bite the barrel, squeeze the trigger, Might have cared once, but the obstacles seem bigger G D# And they’re stuck behind a giant 8 ball C The milky way is star brains that are smeared across the space wall G D# C You know the red giant in sector two? Yeah, Hector, true, he was a depressing dude G D# C I think he thought nobody thought about him, And now that I think about it, I’m liable to guess it’s true G D# C Everybody wants the sun to come and cure their rough moods but suns need love too G D# C I give out energy and don’t receive. I’m tired now, I’ll go to sleep N.C. And when this is the coldest solstice, maybe folks’ll notice me
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G D# C Send in that sunshine G D# C Make everything right G D# C Turn on your love light, 'Cause baby I’m coming on by G D# C Send in that sunshine G D# C Make everything right G D# C 'Cause there ain’t no suffering in life G D# C That don’t ease with the passage of time verse 2 G D# C Goodbye Maggie, Goodbye Jules, I wish you’d stuck around, you wise fools G D# 'Cause friends they tend to come and go, C The way the ocean ebbs and flows but there’s reminders in the tide pools G D# But when the standing water’s putrid C Who am I to say a choice you made was stupid? G D# There’s a bunch of us who loved you C Fucking stuck here pointing fingers at ourselves for something you did G D# You you you you you packed your problems in a suitcase C You you you went away forever to a new place G D# C You left behind a lot of blue faces and bouquets and loose ends like shoelaces, But my friend, it’s too late G D# C So all my lightweights and barflies, let’s raise a pint each time a star dies G D# And toast the memory of hard lives C Filed on the interstellar hard drives and archives Outro: G D# C (x2)

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