Daisy Days

Intro 
C Am7 Am F {x4} 

 
C            Am7       Am  F 
Don't think about this shit 
     C      Am7    Am  F 
Just give a fuck myself 
    C        Am7    Am  F 
I'm cathing another trip 
      C      Am7    Am    F 
Won't fix my mental health 
     C        Am7 
Hey, Margo, I miss you 
    Am            F 
Sometimes wish to kiss you 
     C      Am7     Am F 
Your photos turn me on 
       C      Am7  Am    F 
Twenty-twenty is a daisy days 
        C          Am7 Am 
I'm not saint, not savior  


              F      C Am7 Am 
And sometimes it can kills 
              F      C Am7 Am 
And sometimes it can kills 
      F            C     Am7 Am 
Coronavirus is not real, yeah 
              F      C    Am7 Am F 
And sometimes it can kills 


 
C            Am7       Am  F 
Don't think about this shit 
     C      Am7    Am  F 
Just give a fuck myself 
    C        Am7    Am  F 
I'm cathing another trip 
      C      Am7    Am    F 
Won't fix my mental health 
    C     Am7      Am 
You won't sleep at night 
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If you don't have your pills 
  Am7                   Am 
I spend all my money on nothing 
F           C                Am7 Am 
Our streets filled with riot police  


              F      C Am7 Am 
And sometimes it can kills 
              F      C Am7 Am 
And sometimes it can kills 
        F      C      Am7 
See the riots, city's ruins 
Am                 F   C    Am7 Am F 
Yeah, sometimes it can kills 

{Break} 
C Am7 Am F {x2} 


 
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You don't want Belarus cry 
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We need to get freedom back 
C            Am7        Am F 
Know both of us you and I 
        C    Am7       Am   F 
Hanging flag white red white 
                C Am7 Am 
No I don't need se-e-ex 
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But you can only give me a kiss 
     Am7              Am F 
Your lips it's what I nee-e-edd 
       C     Am7    Am  F 
If you won't I will leave 
 

 
          C           Am7         Am 
Know that you make my face blush, paint it red 
F                C                  Am7      Am 
It's an art, you turn my thoughts into a pieces 
                       F 
And make my soul dance through my mind's pressure, oh 
C                           Am7 
Yes I think lots about your body, your face 
    Am               F                 C    Am7 Am 
And sometimes it can feels like it can kills 
 

Outro 
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And sometimes it can kills 
                 F        C 
Like when you're not with me 
Am7 Am          F      C Am7 Am 
Yeah, sometimes it can kills 
              F      N.C. 
And sometimes it can kills