G D It was not the hand of godC G That sped me on my wayD Though it feelsC For all the worldG Like I was pushedA show of handsD A row of housesC G Well I burned through them allD And while you sleptC I became somethingG Far less mercifulD And far less kindC G Nobody knows how this endsD C But it ends badlyG D So don't cryG You look stupid when you cry
Ellis Be Damned
Meursault
- C
- D
- G
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Tom:
- C
- D
- G