Отключить рекламу G GmHer eyes and words are so icy, oh, but she burns
F GLike rum on a fire
GHot and fast and angry as she can be
Gm F GI walk my days on a wire
Cm Gm It looks ugly, but it's clean
Cm Gm C Oh mamma, don't fuss over me
G Gm7 G The way she tells me I'm hers and she is mine
G Gm7 G Open hand or closed fist would be fine
F Gm Gm Gm GBut blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine
G GmCalls of guilty thrown at me all while she stains
F GThe sheets of some other
G GmThrown at me so powerfully just like she throws
F GWith the arm of her brother
Cm Gm But I want it, it's a crime
Cm Gm C That she's not around most of the time
G Gm7 G The way she tells me I'm hers and she is mine
G Gm7 G Open hand or closed fist would be fine
F Gm Gm Gm GBut blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine
[Guitar Solo]
G GmHer fight and fury's fiery, oh, but she loves
F GLike sleep to the freezing
G GmSweet and right and merciful, I'm all but washed
F GIn the tide of her breathing
Cm Gm And it's worth it, it's divine
Cm Gm C I have this some of the time
G Gm7 G The way she tells me I'm hers and she is mine
G Gm7 G Open hand or closed fist would be fine
F Gm Gm GmBut blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine
End on G
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