Тональность

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….I gotta, I’m

I’m probably just gonna get out of here for a bit, take off
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…Probably won’t text and I probably won’t call
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…There really ain’t much I wanna Do at all
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…The weight of my steps breaks the pain of my fall
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…But I gotta leave, get outta these four walls

[Verse]

These four walls of my
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Bedroom just feel like I live in hell

And my livin’ room more like a prison cell
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I’m just stuck in a rut and I can’t get out

‘Bout to turn that **** into a wishin’ well
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And I wish I could know what to do

Wish I could fix what is broken in two
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I look at the sky, it’s just stormy and blue

And I open my eyes, I just open a wound

[Pre-Chorus]
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So a text or a call, I’m ignorin’ it all
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Cut off all of my friends just to stare at the wall
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Lie in bed, I can’t sleep, I’m just caught in-b?tween my love

They won’t find me

[Chorus]
C                              G             F
…Probably won’t t?xt and I probably won’t call

(Won’t call, won’t call, won’t call)
C                                  G      F
…There really ain’t much I wanna Do at all

(At all, at all, at all)
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…The weight of my steps breaks the pain of my fall

(My fall, my fall, my fall)
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…But I gotta leave, get outta these four walls

(These walls, these walls, these walls)

[Outro]
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