Senses Fail – Irony Of Dying On Your Birthday (Guitar)

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Just know we are a speck in time

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So follow your bliss and destroy the beauty

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I'll lock myself alone in a room

Dm
Drink until the clock strikes noon

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With just a pen, a pill, and some paper

    Am
And maybe I will write a sad song

Dm
Or another cliché poem

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Of the person that I long to be

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I wanna die like Jim Morrison

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A fucking rock star

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I wanna die like God on the cover of Time

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Just a blink and it's gone

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So baby pour some fame in my glass

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So kill the forest and destroy the beauty

Am
I'll lock myself alone in a room

Dm
Drink until the clock strikes noon

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With just a pen, a pill, and some paper

    Am
And maybe I will write a sad song

Dm
Or another cliché poem

Am                         Em
Of the person that I long to be

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Colors blind the eyes

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Sounds deafen the ear

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Flavors numb the taste

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Thoughts weaken the mind

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I'll attack someone with a switchblade knife

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So that I can see their pain

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I choose to be a serial killer

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Because the victims don't get any fame

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I'll lock myself alone in a room (Just know)

Dm
Drink until the clock strikes noon

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With just a pen, a pill, and some paper (We are)

    Am
And maybe I will write a sad song (A spec)

Dm
Or another cliché poem

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Of the person that I long to be (In time)