Intro: Ebm B Gb Db Ebm B Your little brother never tells you but he loves you so Gb Db You said your mother only smiled on her TV show Ebm B You're only happy when your sorry head is filled with dope Gb Db I hope you make it to the day you're twenty eight years old Ebm B You're tripping like you're saturated sunlight Gb Db You're spilling like an overflowing sink Ebm B You're ripped at every edge but you're a masterpiece Gb Db And I'm tearing through the pages and the ink Ebm Everything is blue B His pills, his hands, his jeans Gb And now I'm covered in the colors Db Pull apart at the seams Ebm B It makes me blue Gb Db It makes me blue Ebm Everything is grey B His hair, his smoke, his dreams Gb And now he's so devoid of color Db He don't know what it means Ebm B It makes me blue Gb Db It makes me blue Ebm B You were a vision in the morning when the light came through Gb Db And I've only felt religion when I lay with you Ebm B Said you'll never be forgiven till your boys are too Gb Db I'm still waking every morning but it's not with you Ebm B You're tripping like you're saturated sunlight Gb Db You're spilling like an overflowing sink Ebm B You're ripped at every edge but you're a masterpiece Gb Db And I'm tearing through the pages and the ink Ebm Everything is blue B His pills, his hands, his jeans Gb And now I'm covered in the colors Db Pull apart at the seams Ebm B It makes me blue Gb Db It makes me blue Ebm Everything is grey B His hair, his smoke, his dreams Gb And now he's so devoid of color Db He don't know what it means Ebm B It makes me blue Gb Db It makes me blue Ebm B Everything is blue Gb Db Everything is blue Ebm B Everything is blue Gb Db Everything is blue Ebm You were red and you liked me because I was blue B You touched me and suddenly I turned into a lilac sky Gb Then you decided purple Db Just wasn't for you Ebm Everything is blue B His pills, his hands, his jeans Gb And now I'm covered in the colors Db Pull apart at the seams Ebm B It makes me blue Gb Db It makes me blue Ebm Everything is grey B His hair, his smoke, his dreams Gb And now he's so devoid of color Db He don't know what it means Ebm B It makes me blue Gb Db It makes me blue
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