Тональность

Bb Gm Dm C
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Bb Gm Dm C
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Bb Gm Dm C
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[Verse 1]
             Bb    Gm
My very own doomsday
                                 Dm   C
‘Cause I makin’ something outta nothin’
                 Bb  Gm
Another ******’ mundane
                       Dm               C   
Train of thought like rocks in a slingshot

[Verse 2]
            Bb   
I’m in the junkyard
            Dm 
Me and my used parts
              F
I’m buildin’ new head
                C    
And maybe I’ll drop dead
                        Bb    Gm
Like the spiders on my ceiling
                  F    C    
It’s my very own doomsday

[Pre-Chorus]
Gm                 C    
 Got a panic room with a view
                      Gm
Like a tomb with windows
                  Bb 
That show me bad news

[Chorus]
                      Bb   
I don’t know what to say
                      Gm
I don’t know what to say
                Dm             C           
I’m talkin’ to myself on a doomsday
                Bb
Satan cut the brakes
               Gm  
Satan cut the brakes
                   Dm                C
I’m droppin’ into hell on a Tuesday…
Bb         Gm
Take the hit
                 Dm        C
I might as well lose my head
                          Bb
Still don’t know what to say
                     Gm
I don’t know what to say
                Dm              C     
I’m talkin’ to myself on a doomsday

[Verse 3]
                Bb      Gm    
Maybe I could tempt fate?
                        Dm  C
Doin’ anything for serotonin
                     Bb   Gm                
I tried to take the high road
                  Dm               
But I kinda got caught in th? tailspin

[Verse 4]
            Bb       
I’m in the car-park
             Dm
Live in the dark
                F  
Just m? and my remarks
             C            
Mindlessly pump darts
            Bb        Gm
And be so unappealing
                     F   C
It’s one hell of a Tuesday

[Pre-Chorus]
Gm                 C    
 Got a panic room with a view
                      Gm
Like a tomb with windows
                  Bb 
That show me bad news

[Chorus]
                      Bb   
I don’t know what to say
                      Gm
I don’t know what to say
                Dm             C           
I’m talkin’ to myself on a doomsday
                Bb
Satan cut the brakes
               Gm  
Satan cut the brakes
                   Dm                C
I’m droppin’ into hell on a Tuesday…
Bb         Gm
Take the hit
                 Dm        C
I might as well lose my head
                          Bb
Still don’t know what to say
                     Gm
I don’t know what to say
                Dm              C     
I’m talkin’ to myself on a doomsday

[Bridge]
       Bb                   
Every day it looks like I’m in trouble
               Gm                                             Dm  
Like makin’ a deal with the devil of low hangin’ fruit of the bottle
I rot in the roots of my father
     C                              
And think that I’ll never get better

[Instrumental]
Bb Gm Dm C
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Bb Gm Dm C
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[Chorus]
                      Bb   
I don’t know what to say
                      Gm
I don’t know what to say
                Dm             C           
I’m talkin’ to myself on a doomsday
                Bb
Satan cut the brakes
               Gm  
Satan cut the brakes
                   Dm                C
I’m droppin’ into hell on a Tuesday
Bb         Gm
Take the hit
                 Dm        C
I might as well lose my head
                          Bb
Still don’t know what to say
                     Gm
I don’t know what to say
                Dm              C     
I’m talkin’ to myself on a doomsday

[Outro]
Bb Gm Dm C
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