Ashnikko — Dying Star, вар. 2

    	    	Вступление

[Intro]
Em D C G Bm


[Verse 1]
Em
The ground reaches out to catch me
Em            D
Softly in her baseball mitt
D                C
I'm tired of the dirt and grit
C                G     Bm
I want something soft


[Verse 2]
Em
I'm a fish in a bucket, thrashing
Em                  D
He tried to take me out, hooks in my mouth
D            C
Listen to me when I say ouch
C                G   Bm
I want something soft


[Refrain]
Bm                  Em
So I give in to the fall, fall, fall (it's cold out here)
                 D
I need somethin' soft, down feathers over rocks
      C
I died and I land with both of my hands
G                  Bm
In the mud, the mud

Bm             Em
It felt like a god, how she held me
Em             D
I slept on her shoulder, I gave her my all (Is there anyone?)
D               C
I bathed in her waterfalls
C                G     Bm
And continued to fall, fall (I'm entering the exosphere)


[Chorus]
Em
Burnin' like a dyin' star
Em                       D
Invasive weeds rooted in my heart
D                        C
Set in a crooked trajectory
C
The journey here was hard
C            G
I was almost pulled apart
G                Bm
Tryna leave this orbit, took what's left of me


[Verse 3]
Em
The forest reaches out to guide me
Em                 D
Blue fire paths of will-o-wisps
D             C
Illuminate the darkness's old tricks
C           G         Bm
I'm nobody's captive (mm-mm)


[Verse 4]
Em
I asked him not to kill me politely
Em                 D
He drained my magic core, bottled up at the source
D                C
I washed up on a sea glass shores
C            G        Bm
I'm nobody's captive (mm-mm)


[Refrain]
Bm             Em
It felt like a god, how she held me
Em             D
I slept on her shoulder, I gave her my all
D               C
I bathed in her waterfalls
C                G      Bm
And continued to fall, fall


[Chorus]
Em
Burnin' like a dyin' star
Em                       D
Invasive weeds rooted in my heart
D                        C
Set in a crooked trajectory
C
The journey here was hard
C            G
I was almost pulled apart
G                Bm
Tryna leave this orbit, took what's left of me
Em
Burnin' like a dyin' star
Em                       D
Invasive weeds rooted in my heart
D                        C
Set in a crooked trajectory
C
The journey here was hard
C            G
I was almost pulled apart
G                Bm
Tryna leave this orbit, took what's left of me


[Outro]
Em
The ground reaches out to catch me
Em            D
Softly in her baseball mitt
D               C
I'm tired of the dirt and grit
C                G
I want something soft		
    

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