Chords for Prison Of Blues - Horrible Dorms Feat. Titch of Klingonz

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Now she [E] ain't got [A] it, but the [E] atmosphere, [Am] Shown it in the [E] [D] dark, when people [E] live in [Am] fear.
They just drink and say that, it's a [E] miracle, [A] Slapping [E] down, bitch, [D] it's a miracle.
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_ _ _ _ It becomes chaotic, the next [E] become more tense, [Am] Now you pay the devil, and you're on offense.
When you are the master, step forward and go fast,
Except people disappear, without a fucking trace,
Ranning to somewhere, is to [E] have a [Am] face.
It's not equals to fuck, the force around gets us,
Baby's son of [Em] waiting [D] and [E] crying,
_ [Am] People not getting sick, and dying,
_ Psychotic fuck, [D] this is sort of [E] our [D] job.
Part [E] of our _
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[Am] job.
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[E] _ _ Now [A] she [E] ain't got [A] it, but the [F] [E] atmosphere, [Am] People live [E] in [D] dark, when people [E] live in fear.
[Am] They just drink and say that, it's a miracle, [E] _ [Am] Slapping down, [E] bitch, [D] it's a miracle.
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[Em] Now you become more intense, you think you're the best,
[Am] People not dying, people not dying,
_ Everybody's drunk, [Dm] no one [E] gets a fuck,
[Am] People are dying, the baby's son [E] crying,
We don't care, [D] cause we're [E] already [D] dead.
Part of [E] our job.
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