nothing,nowhere.

Skully

nothing,nowhere.

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Skully

Key:  F#m More
Skully Key C#mC#m
Skully Key DmDm
Skully Key D#mD#m
Skully Key EmEm(one step down)
Skully Key FmFm(half step down)
Skully Key F#mF#m(original key)
Skully Key GmGm(half step up)
Skully Key G#mG#m(one step up)
Skully Key AmAm
Skully Key A#mA#m
Skully Key BmBm
Skully Key CmCm
	  		
Intro: 
F#m A 
A D 
F#m C#m A 

verse 1 
F#m 
Waking up at the crack of noon 
Reminiscing of the times I'm waking up with you 
          A 
I should leave, sell my shit, make some kind of moves 
I'm lying to myself, I never leave this fucking room 
         F#m 
I gotta pile of shit I haven't addressed, head is a mess 
Check the 'scrip bottles, see if any are left 
          A 
There's nothing, nowhere, but let's not even go there 
I'm lucky if I wake up, let alone care 
                 F#m 
'Cause there's a fine line from who I am and who I wanna be 
Amazed at what I find when I look within honestly 
  E 
Honestly, it feels like I'm waiting to die 
Watch the days pass by, what's it mean to be alive? 
               F#m 
And I've been killing time, going to bed with the sunrise 
             A 
I got this feeling I won't make it to twenty-five 
            E 
It's a far cry, know we all got hard times 
                                      C#m 
But these long nights got me feeling like I wanna die 

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F#m Leave my body by the liquor store F#m I'm an asshole, let me die slow E It's too late for me, can't you fucking see I've dug my own grave, let me fucking be F#m Leave my body by the liquor store I'm an asshole, let me die slow E It's too late for me, can't you fucking see C#m I've dug my own grave, let me fucking be
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verse 2 F#m Don't even try to feed me all that "life is what you make it" F#m Pull up to your 9-to-5 and smile or try to fake it A But when you're in your bed alone I know you fucking face it A One day you'll meet your maker and you'll see your life was wasted F#m The reaper creeping slow, I know you see him when you dreaming F#m You posted at a party but he's in the dark scheming A And you keep telling me that life has some sort of meaning A So sorry if I'm pessimistic but I don't believe it Bridge F#m I'm a fuck up, motherfucker F#m I'm sick of tryna find myself in others E I'm sick of seeking love, I'd rather suffer C#m I'm sick of life, I put that on my mother G7 Yeah I'm a fuck up, motherfucker A I needed you, you left me in the gutter E The saddest part is that I really loved her A On a sinking ship, I wave as I go under
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F#m Leave my body by the liquor store F#m I'm an asshole, let me die slow E It's too late for me, can't you fucking see I've dug my own grave, let me fucking be F#m Leave my body by the liquor store I'm an asshole, let me die slow E It's too late for me, can't you fucking see C#m I've dug my own grave, let me fucking be
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Bridge F#m I'm a fuck up, motherfucker F#m I'm sick of tryna find myself in others E I'm sick of seeking love, I'd rather suffer C#m I'm sick of life, I put that on my mother G7 Yeah I'm a fuck up, motherfucker A I needed you, you left me in the gutter E The saddest part is that I really loved her A On a sinking ship, I wave as I go under

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