C why. G You put your foot down.
Counting feels like something to hang on to,
You find the number, try to break the code.
I guess by now you figured out there's no conclusion
C why. G You put your foot down.
You're nine years old, your body's cold.
D And underneath the C bed the world seems G grey. A
D The pain inside your C head has gone a G way. A
| / slide up
| \ slide down
| h hammer-on
| p pull-off
| ~ vibrato
| + harmonic
| x Mute note
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Bettie Serveert
