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Arnika might take out the throes that I threw in my head
CDmBbFCBb
Bruno, your wife shakes her bedclothes as she makes up the bed
CDmBbFCBb
I’m tired of life; I’m tired of waiting for someone
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I’m tired of prices; I’m tired of waiting for something
CDmBbFF/E Eb(?) G
Oo- ah’s
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I have a right to know what’s in store; to know what should be said
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Could I have it all, could I have you for a night in the warmth of your bed?
CDmBbFCBb
I’m tired of life; I’m tired of waiting for someone
CDmBbFCBb
I’m tired of prices; I’m tired of waiting for something
CDmBbFCBb
I’m tired of life; I’m tired of life,
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I’m tired of life; I’m tired of life, – (I’m going….)
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I’m tired of life; I’m tired of life,
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Oh be patient with me; for the night weighs on my chest with a terrible storm
FBbAbDbCmBbmAm
Though we may disagree on how things should be done on how crisis is born
FBbAbDbCmBbmAm
Don’t consider it done, wait until Leviathan lovingly creeps in your sill
GmDmBb
For he waits in the dark, brooding magically; mustering paperback feelings
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No I’m not afraid of death or strife or injury, accidents, they are my friends…
This arrangement for the song is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the song. You may only use this for private study, scholarship, or research.