Send In The Sun

Watsky

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Tom:
G D# C Send in that sunshine
G D# C Make everything right
G D# C Turn on your love light 'Cause baby I’m coming on by
G D# C Send in that sunshine
G D# C Make everything right
G D# C 'Cause there ain’t no suffering in life
G D# C That don’t ease with the passage of time [Verse 1]
G D# If stars died of old age
C They wouldn’t explode, they’d burn out with a slow fade
G D# C But stars escape life with a gun shot Which makes me think they stick a pistol in their sun spot
G D# C Bite the barrel, squeeze the trigger, Might have cared once, but the obstacles seem bigger
G D# And they’re stuck behind a giant 8 ball
C The milky way is star brains that are smeared across the space wall
G D# C You know the red giant in sector two? Yeah, Hector, true, he was a depressing dude
G D# C I think he thought nobody thought about him, And now that I think about it, I’m liable to guess it’s true
G D# C Everybody wants the sun to come and cure their rough moods but suns need love too
G D# C I give out energy and don’t receive. I’m tired now, I’ll go to sleep N.C. And when this is the coldest solstice, maybe folks’ll notice me [Chorus]
G D# C Send in that sunshine
G D# C Make everything right
G D# C Turn on your love light, 'Cause baby I’m coming on by
G D# C Send in that sunshine
G D# C Make everything right
G D# C 'Cause there ain’t no suffering in life
G D# C That don’t ease with the passage of time [Verse 2]
G D# C Goodbye Maggie, Goodbye Jules, I wish you’d stuck around, you wise fools
G D# 'Cause friends they tend to come and go,
C The way the ocean ebbs and flows but there’s reminders in the tide pools
G D# But when the standing water’s putrid
C Who am I to say a choice you made was stupid?
G D# There’s a bunch of us who loved you
C Fucking stuck here pointing fingers at ourselves for something you did
G D# You you you you you packed your problems in a suitcase
C You you you went away forever to a new place
G D# C You left behind a lot of blue faces and bouquets and loose ends like shoelaces, But my friend, it’s too late
G D# C So all my lightweights and barflies, let’s raise a pint each time a star dies
G D# And toast the memory of hard lives
C Filed on the interstellar hard drives and archives
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Composição: George Watsky e Daniel Washington

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