Broken Social Scene – Deathcock (Guitar)

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Trouble, my trouble, it's death

F                        C
Sounds like disease with regret

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A vacuum's heart or out bits

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Delicate seizures and all the rest

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Trouble, my trouble, mourir

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Left my lungs with the fear

F             C
Test patterns on the air

F                          C
I killed you, I did it, my dear

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Trouble, my trouble, it's death

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Skin like a sidewalk that left

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Desperate cum is in our bed

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A little while, I failed you at best

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     Failed you at best

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     Failed you at best

Dm             Em               F
    Of course, silence's gonna cost a little

 Dm       Em              F
I like shadows in my sleep

Dm       Em              F
 Coming in here, caught yourself on the fast you said,

  Dm       Em              F
"Comments are gorgeous, please don't speak"

Dm      Em         F
I decide who lives in my best room

   Dm           Em              F
I got windows to protect my breed

Dm           Em              F
Put down your spirit and tell me that there's something

Dm           Em      F
desirable for you in me

   C       G
Mourir, mourir

   C       G
Mourir, mourir

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Mourir, mourir

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Mourir, mourir

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Mourir, mourir

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Mourir, mourir

   C       G
Mourir, mourir

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Mourir, mourir

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Mourir, mourir

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Mourir, mourir

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Mourir, mourir