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Bm Em7 Why are you hanging on?
GSo tight
ATo this rope that I'm hanging from
BmOff this island
Esus4 EmThis was an escape plan (This was an escape plan)
GCarefully timed it
ASo let me go
N.C.
And dive into the waves below
[Pre-Chorus]
Bm D Who tends the orchards?
GWho fixes up the gables?
F#7Emotional torture
BmFrom the head of your high table
DWho fetches the water?
GFrom the rocky mountain spring
F#7And walk back down again?
GTo feel your words and their sharp sting
GAnd I'm getting fucking tired
[Chorus]
Bm DThe capillaries in my eyes are bursting
A7If our love died, would that be the worst thing?
Bm DFor somebody I thought was my saviour
A7 AYou sure make me Do a whole lot of labour
Bm DThe callous skin on my hands is cracking
G AIf our love ends, would that be a bad thing?
Bm DM7
And the silence haunts our bed chamber
G A BmYou make me Do too much labour
Bm Em G A (you make me Do too much labour)
[Verse 2]
Bm EmApologies for my tongue
GAnd never yours
Asus4Busy lapping from a flowing cup
BmAnd stabbing with your fork
EmI know you're a smart man (I know you're a smart man)
G AAnd weaponise the false incompetence
BmIt's dominance under a guise
[Pre-Chorus]
BmIf we had a daughter
GI'd watch and could not save her
F#7The emotional torture
BmFrom the head of your high table
DShe'd Do what you taught her
GShe'd meet the same cruel fate
F#7So now I've gotta run
GSo I can undo this mistake
GAt least I've gotta try
[Chorus]
Bm DThe capillaries in my eyes are bursting
A7If our love died, would that be the worst thing?
Bm DFor somebody I thought was my saviour
A7 AYou sure make me Do a whole lot of labour
Bm DThe callous skin on my hands is cracking
G AIf our love ends, would that be a bad thing?
Bm DM7
And the silence haunts our bed chamber
G A BmYou make me Do too much labour
[Bridge]
BmAll day, every day
BmTherapist, mother, maid
BmNymph then a virgin
BmNurse than a servant
BmJust an appendage, live to attend him
BmSo that he never lifts a finger
BmTwenty-four-seven baby machine
G ASo he can live out his picket fence dreams
BmIt's not an act of love if you make her
G AYou make me Do too much labour
[Verse 3]
BmAll day, every day
DTherapist, mother, maid
GNymph then a virgin
ANurse than a servant
BmJust an appendage, live to attend him
G ASo that he never lifts a finger
BmTwenty-four-seven baby machine
G ASo he can live out his picket fence dreams
BmIt's not an act of love if you make her
G AYou make me Do too much labour
[Chorus]
Bm DThe capillaries in my eyes are bursting. (All day, every day, therapist mother maid)
A7If our love died, would that be the worst thing? (Nymph then a virgin, nurse then a servant)
Bm DFor somebody I thought was my saviour (Just an appendage, live to attend him)
A7 AYou sure make me Do a whole lot of labour (so that he never lifts a finger)
Bm DThe callous skin on my hands is cracking (Twenty-four-seven baby machine)
G AIf our love ends, would that be a bad thing? (So he can live out his picket fence dreams)
Bm DM7
And the silence haunts our bed chamber (It's not an act of love if you make her)
G A BmYou make me Do too much labour
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