My Brother Isnt Dying
The Taxpayers
C
(início)
C Am F G Skeleton frames of buildings C Am F G Rotting out at the edge of town C Am F G An old man walking away from the bus door with his arm stretched out, C Am F G acting like an old friend, or something like that
Pre-Chorus
C Am F G Trash piles getting sucked up by fire C Am F G Sympathy getting shoved through the phone C Am F G Saying, “I might not have known the man, but listen man, I know what it's like C Am F G to be alone, to be alone, to be alone”
Chorus
C Am F G If you say it like you mean it, you probably don't mean it C Am F G If you act like you care, you probably don't give a fuck C Am F G My brother isn't dying, he's just locked up in an institute
Verse 2
C Am F G A ride from the house, down 7-mile boulevard C Am F G Gets terrible like pictures, from television magazines C Am F G C Am G Bits from the table, eating the bits from the table over again and again and again
Pre-Chorus
C Am F G Trash piles getting sucked up by fire C Am F G Sympathy getting shoved through the phone C Am F G Saying, “I might not have known the man, but listen man, I know what it's like C Am F G to be alone, to be alone, to be alone”
Chorus
C Am F G If you say it like you mean it, you probably don't mean it C Am F G If you act like you care, you probably don't give a fuck C Am F G My brother isn't dying, he's just locked up in an institute C Am F G F D Front door open of the house F D Leave the front door wide open F D F D We can bring it out F D F D We can bring it out F D F D We can bring it back out, again G Em C D If you say it like you mean it... G Em C D If you act like you care... G Em C D If you say it like you mean it... G Em C D If you act like you care...
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