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        Вступление

[Verse]
D#m7       F#/A#         B
I’m circling the drain
D            D#m7         F#/A#
with all my problems in hand
             G#                    D#m7
Well I gotta pretty good hand I’d say
     C#/F        F#               B
But these new caskets crack the same


      D#m7        F#/A#           B    D
The first few stones are the worst
      D#m7       F#/A#
They fall in unnoticed
     G#                             D#m7
And scare you for more than they’re worth
    C#/F    F#               B
And all at once you will not hear your own words

[Instrumental]
F# B x 3 G# B

[Verse]
D#m7     F#/A#         B                   D
Closet weather at best and you’re a victim
D#m7            F#/A#         G#
You say we’re all in the basket
             D#m7
But oh it’s so fun
  F#/A#         F#                B
To remind us over and over again


D#m7       F#/A#        B                 D    D#m7
Time’s a wasting so now I must be leaving
              F#/A#
I’m crawling outside
        G#
In the same way that I creeped in
D#m7      F#/A#        F#                        B
And the rain falls down and it’s heavy on my eye lids

Pulled to the ground down the fucking drain

[Chorus]
F#                    B
Maybe it’s just my luck
    F#                  B
But I got a spotless record
F#                     B
Maybe it’s harder to stay
        G#                        B    F#
And we got it all wrong from the start
F#                     B
Maybe it’s all in the cards
   F#                  B
Or just an excuse for playing
D#m7                    Daug
Maybe it’s all in our hearts
         F#/C#               B
Maybe I don’t know what I’m saying

Cdim B

[Instrumental]
D#m7 F#/A# B D D#m7 F#/A# G# D#m7 C#/F F# B

[Verse]
D#m7      F#/A#         B
I’m circling the drain
D         D#m7           F#/A#
But I’m picking these bones up
      G#                            D#m7
Cause man, they don’t live there today
    C#/F      F#                   B
And I don’t want to hear the fibers crack

                            D#m7         F#/A#
Cause God knows I’d rather die than be dying
             B            D        D#m7        D#m7
It’s not a cliché, no sir it is a logical preference
             G#                     D#m7
Because the way things were this year
       F#/A#        F#                  B
Makes me think how good it all could be

and how well it could end

[Chorus]
F#                    B
Maybe it’s just my luck
    F#                  B
But I got a spotless record
F#                     B
Maybe it’s harder to stay
        G#                        B    F#
And we got it all wrong from the start
F#                     B
Maybe it’s all in the cards
   F#                  B
Or just an excuse for playing
D#m7                    Daug
Maybe it’s all in our hearts
         F#/C#               B
Maybe I don’t know what I’m saying
         Cdim        B
But I'm saying it anyway