Verse 1 [C]maybe i'm not some chosen one but, [F]damnit, i'm my father's son and that's [Am]smome
(Verse 1) [Am]I know sleep is [C]friends with death But [F]maybe I should [C]get some r[G]est 'Ca
Un[A]der my skin there’s nothin new You know my [Bm]blood bleeds the same as you Like the [D]ocean
[G]Leavin the [Em]light on [G]Kissin your [C]neck [G]Locking our [Em]fingers [G]Hands on my [C]che
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25 tháng 07, 2026
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