D
It's hard to wake up
Bm
When the shades have been pulled shut
A
This house is haunted, it's so pathetic, it makes no sense
at all.
D
I'm ripe with things to say
Bm
The words rot and fall away.
A
If a stupid poem could fix this home I'd read it every day.
Chorus
G D G D
So here's your holiday, hope you enjoy it this time, you
gave it all away
G D
It was mine, so when you're dead and gone
G D
Will you remember this night, Twenty years now lost? It's
not right
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