Текст песни с аккордами
Вступление tabbed by bizzlex94 [Intro] A F#m C#m G# [Verse 1] A F#m Thought I could love a good guy C#m Though we could figure it out G# Footsteps on the rosewood I'd been drowning in a drought A F#m Thought I could teach my eyes to conjure you instead C#m G# A Of him and all his sherbet sugar words stuck in my head F#m C#m Lions and tigers in my bed G# They all roar, why? [Chorus] A E I can't burn the bridges, burn the bridges C#m I can't quit B My heart's split in half, it's just no good A E He left me stitches but I still recall his digits C#m Like echoes I can't let go B I wish to God that I could A E B-burn the bridges, burn the bridges C#m B B-burn the bridges, burn the bridges [Verse 2] A F#m Thought I could be your daydream C#m Fairy-tale pale pink G# A Roller-skate past roses that will always reek of him F#m Princess for you, darling C#m Think I'm too fucked up G# A On sherbet lips and circus tricks when I wasn't enough F#m C#m And he was mine, and now we're done G# But still I cry, 'cause I – [Chorus] A E I can't burn the bridges, burn the bridges C#m I can't quit B My heart's split in half, it's just no good A E He left me stitches but I still recall his digits C#m Like echoes I can't let go B I wish to God that I could A E B-burn the bridges, burn the bridges C#m B B-burn the bridges, burn the bridges [Bridge] F#m G# You want what I can't give C#m And I wish it weren't true B That at night I dream of him While I'm sleeping next to you F#m G# Lions beside my bed C#m Whispering all your merits B It's no good [Chorus] A E I can't burn the bridges, burn the bridges C#m I can't quit B My heart's split in half, it's just no good A E He left me stitches but I still recall his digits C#m Like echoes I can't let go B I wish to God that I could A E B-burn the bridges, burn the bridges C#m B B-burn the bridges, burn the bridges No A E B-burn the bridges, burn the bridges C#m B B-burn the bridges, burn the bridges A No, ooh
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