Отключить рекламу C AmHer eyes and words are so icy, oh, but she burns
F CLike rum on a fire
CHot and fast and angry as she can be
Am F CI walk my days on a wire
Dm Em It looks ugly, but it's clean
Dm Em G Oh mamma, don't fuss over me
C Am7 C The way she tells me I'm hers and she is mine
C Am7 C Open hand or closed fist would be fine
F Am Em Am CBut blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine
C AmCalls of guilty thrown at me all while she stains
F CThe sheets of some other
C AmThrown at me so powerfully just like she throws
F CWith the arm of her brother
Dm Em But I want it, it's a crime
Dm Em G That she's not around most of the time
C Am7 C The way she tells me I'm hers and she is mine
C Am7 C Open hand or closed fist would be fine
F Am Em Am CBut blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine
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C AmHer fight and fury's fiery, oh, but she loves
F CLike sleep to the freezing
C AmSweet and right and merciful, I'm all but washed
F CIn the tide of her breathing
Dm Em And it's worth it, it's divine
Dm Em G I have this some of the time
C Am7 C The way she tells me I'm hers and she is mine
C Am7 C Open hand or closed fist would be fine
F Am Em AmBut blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine
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