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(One, two, three)
[Verse 1]
GmWhy are you hangin' on
GSo tight
FTo the rope that I'm hangin' from
COff this island?
GmThis was an escape plan (This was an escape plan)
GCarefully timed it
FSo let me go
CAnd dive into the waves below
[Pre-Chorus]
GmWho tends the orchards?
GWho fixes up the gables?
FEmotional torture
CFrom the head of your high table
GmWho fetches the water
GFrom the rocky mountain spring?
FAnd walk back down again
CTo feel your words and their sharp sting?
CAnd I'm gettin' fuckin' tired
[Chorus]
Gmthe capillaries in my eyes are bursting
Gif our love died, would that be the worst thing?
Ffor somebody i thought was my savior,
Cyou sure make me Do a whole lotta labour
Gmthe calloused skin on my hands is cracking
Gif our love ends, would that be a bad thing?
Fand the silence haunts our bedchamber
Cyou make me Do too much labour
[Post-Chorus]
(You make me Do too much labour)
[Verse 2]
GmApologies from my tongue
GNever yours
FBusy lapping from a flowing cup
CAnd stabbing with your fork
GmI know you're a smart man (I know you're a smart man)
GAnd weaponise
FThe false incompetence
CIt's dominance under guise
[Pre-Chorus]
GmIf we had a daughter
GI'd watch and could not save her
FThe emotional torture
CFrom the head of your high table
GmShe'd Do what you taught her
GShe'd meet the same cruel fate
FSo now I've gotta run
CSo I can undo this mistake
CAt least I've gotta try
[Chorus]
Gmthe capillaries in my eyes are bursting
Gif our love died, would that be the worst thing?
Ffor somebody i thought was my savior,
Cyou sure make me Do a whole lotta labour
Gmthe calloused skin on my hands is cracking
Gif our love ends, would that be a bad thing?
Fand the silence haunts our bedchamber
Cyou make me Do too much labour
[Bridge]
Gmall day, every day, therapist, mother, maid,
Gnymph then a virgin, nurse then a servent,
Fjust an appendage, live to attend him
Cso that he never lifts a finger
Gm24/7 baby machine
Gso he can live out his picket-fence dreams
Fits not an "act of love" if you make her
Cyou make me Do too much labour
Gmall day, every day, therapist, mother, maid,
Gnymph then a virgin, nurse then a servent,
Fjust an appendage, live to attend him
Cso that he never lifts a finger
Gm24/7 baby machine
Gso he can live out his picket-fence dreams
Fits not an "act of love" if you make her
Cyou make me Do too much labour
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