F Am I disengage the music of my soul
Em To hear your heart beat
I burn my pride,
It turns into charcoal
And slides down to your feet
C
C G Am Em And in my chest you can see a hole
Right where the arrow hit
My pain would go away with Tylenol,
But sugar makes it sweet.
F G C
CHORUS
G Em Am D All the springs rush to your soul
The melody rushes to the start
You poor thief. All that you stole
Was the key my tainted heart
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And I don’t want to act silly role
I’m starting to retreat.
I gathered bricks and built a solid wall
To hide under the sheet.
It almost doesn’t scare me at all
And doesn't hurt a bit.
I’m getting used to my relinquished soul
And I’m donating it.
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