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C#maj7Like soFme sepulchral tableaux,
I sit frozen holding your Fhand.
Though I'm C#maj7trying Fto think only,
Positive thoughts I underCstand.
BbThat this tomorrow,
May notFmaj7 be the tomorrow that,
BbYour eviscerating Fmaj7suffering will end, oh.
BbWill you ever be yourCself again?
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FGirl with the flu, I hear the death rune,
She Gmain't doin' Fwell.
Her Aeyes they seem cast and Dmfatherless. F Gm
Her Gpsyche's cracked or,C anyhow,
She Amain't speakin' Bbnow. A
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Nightfall, like some leaden sea,
Dilates as I hold vigil by your bed.
Watching the pillowcase soaking with sweat around your head.
I can't repel the snaking veil of morbidity,
That's disfiguring the seraph of your face.
Oh, the organism's been debased.
Girl with the flu, I hear the death rune,
She ain't doin' well,
Her eyes they seem cast and fatherless
Her psyche's shattered or, anyhow,
She ain't speakin' now.
AYou scream that the books,
Are falling off the shelf onto you,
But F I can't see them. G
EYour hallucination ravings,
I'm writing them all down so,
BbYou can read them,
When your Cmind no longer aches,
And your febrility breaks.
Girl with the flu, I hear the death rune,
She ain't doin' well.
Her eyes they seem cast and fatherless,
Her psyche's cracked or, anyhow,
She ain't speakin' now.
Girl with the flu, I hear the death rune,
She ain't doin' well.
Her eyes they seem cast and fatherless,
Her psyche's shattered or, anyhow,
She ain't speakin' now.
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