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Sleeping
Sleeping
| [Intro] | |
| C# F# C# | |
| [Verse 1] | |
| C# C# | |
| Her eyes and words are so icy | |
| A#m | |
| Oh, but she burns | |
| F# C# | |
| Like rum on a fire | |
| C# C# | |
| Hot and fast and angry | |
| C# | |
| As she can be | |
| A#m F# C# | |
| I walk my days on a wire | |
| [Pre-Chorus 1] | |
| F# A#m F# A#m | |
| It looks ugly, but it's clean, | |
| F# A#m D#m7 C# | |
| Oh momma, don't fuss over me | |
| [Chorus] | |
| C# A#m C# | |
| The way she tells me I'm hers and she is mine | |
| C# A#m C# | |
| Open hand or closed fist would be fine | |
| F# D#m7 C# | |
| The blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine | |
| [Verse 2] | |
| C# C# | |
| Calls of guilty thrown at me | |
| C# A#m | |
| All while she stains | |
| F# C# | |
| The sheets of some other | |
| C# C# | |
| Thrown at me so powerfully | |
| C# A#m F# C# | |
| Just like she throws with the arm of her brother | |
| [Pre-Chorus 2] | |
| F# A#m F# A#m | |
| But I want it, it's a crime | |
| F# A#m D#m7 C# | |
| That she's not around most of the time | |
| [Chorus] | |
| C# A#m C# | |
| The way she shows me I'm hers and she is mine | |
| C# A#m C# | |
| Open hand or closed fist would be fine | |
| F# D#m7 C# | |
| Blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine | |
| [Guitar Solo] | |
| [Verse 3] | |
| C# C# | |
| Her fight and fury is fiery | |
| C# A#m | |
| Oh, but she loves | |
| F# C# | |
| Like sleep to the freezing | |
| C# C# | |
| Sweet and right and merciful | |
| C# A#m | |
| I'm all but washed | |
| F# C# | |
| In the tide of her breathing | |
| [Pre-Chorus 3] | |
| F# A#m F# A#m | |
| And it's worth it, it's divine | |
| F# A#m D#m7 C# | |
| And I have this some of the time | |
| [Chorus] | |
| C# A#m C# | |
| The way she shows me I'm hers and she is mine | |
| C# A#m C# | |
| Open hand or closed fist would be fine | |
| F# D#m7 C# | |
| The blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine |