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Field Medic
F#m
(início)
D G Bm A# G D A
Verse 1
D A Trading my creative whim G For a level head and a phantom limb Bm A You know chamomile is sweeter when D A The sky is blushing, too D A Tell me how you ever thought of G leaving your voice behind Bm A I got no concept of a savior D A There's nothing I could do Bm There’s nothing I could do
Chorus
Bm D G There is something strange inside me D Digging holes with house keys A G D I've grown bolder, vacant and angry G So patient and passive D I thought that would make me wise
Verse 2
D A 'Cause in my mind I’m a ballerina G Straight off of Degas brush Bm A And when I fall I make a pretty pink mess D A In my life I'm just so angry D A 'bout everything I never got G So when I fall I'm just the ugliest Bm A I'm just the ugliest D A Bm I'm just the ugliest
Chorus
D There's something strange inside me Dm D Digging holes with house keys A G D I've grown bolder, vacant and angry G So patient and passive Bm I thought that would make me wise E A Make me wise A Make me wise
Outro
D Hell G Blood raging D With darkness like twilight
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