Chords for Atmosphere - Virgo (Official Video)

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I pledge allegiance [Db] to myself, [Ab] food, shelter, and health.
[Eb] Let me find a beach full of seashells to sell.
Put your oxygen mask on first before you [Ab] offer me [Bbm] help.
I've got receipts made of scar [Db] tissue, got the vision of [Ab] somebody going fishing in [Eb] the dark.
When I start up the motor, it [Ab] still turns [Eb] over, but nowadays, a little bit [Bbm] slower.
Never been afraid of getting older.
[Db] I'm much more [Ab] nervous about these public [Eb] servants.
Kill the lights and shut the curtains.
You ain't a real lion if you love the [Bbm] circus.
Looking at myself like, what's the [Db] purpose?
This when I [Ab] started to hallucinate, [Eb] trying to touch the surface and recuperate.
You should have seen the look on my face when I was losing my [Bbm] faith.
First y'all got me feeling hesitation, [Db] embarrassment.
I might be the [Ab] last generation, the [Eb] grandparents.
I know that I've been fortunate for all the opportunities, disproportionately disappointed
in the [Bbm] human beings.
I get it, respects of [Db] dust.
At the bus stop [Ab] busking for extra [Eb] crust.
Like fuck it, you can sacrifice me to the weather if you promise that you'll let my
songs live [Bbm] forever.
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You looking for a bag of [Db] tricks, but my [Ab] love is like a stack of [Eb] bricks.
Cobblestones and untreated lumber.
I'm a father of fists, strength in [Bbm] numbers.
And when they come for my box of [Db] dreams, I'm a finally [Ab] depart from this toxic [Eb] scene.
No posturing, just lots of self-esteem.
Got you feeling like the popular [Bbm] queen.
This ain't magic.
This is [Db] fabric and it's the [Ab] type that never requires [Eb] patches.
And it's the fire that illustrates with ashes.
It's our life, it's nothing we [Bbm] can't manage.
Lower the arrow and take a [Db] breath.
I won't waste ammo [Ab] aiming at the angel of [Eb] death.
I might have already left, but they hear me still with my pale knuckle grip on a steering [Bbm] wheel.
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