Tone gốc: Bm
Paris Paloma
Old Sea Brigade
Our Bm paths will never cross again
And D that's the way you wanted it
You A never could care less about
The way E we ended up
We Bm swim in different circles now
I D saw your tracks in snowy ground
And A didn't want to follow them
I D have no words when they tell me
A A figure spotted roaming in
The E icy mountain wilds
There Bm was a time I felt for you
Would D collect these words like drops of dew
And A savour on my tongue
In season E dry
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And I G don't know you
I used to like to Bm pretend to
We're nothing G but myths now
That A neither of us believe in Bm
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And A shrug and raise your eyebrows
In the E way you always have
And Bm with that too they carry D rumours of
Are D met with an indifference
I A never thought I wouldn't care E about you
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But here we G are
Flung to earth's corners Bm far
We're nothing G but myths now
That A neither of us believe in Bm
My tongue's forgotten G how
To shape your name, the way it Bm sounds
We're nothing but G myths now
That A neither of us believe in Bm
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No G muscle memory, No lingering A taste
No persistent Bm impulse to pick up your E trace
I left you no G note, You left me no A sign
Of where I plan to Bm go, Of what you've gone to E find
Sweet G indifference, Gentle A apathy
Wholesome, quiet Bm dispassion
Restful neutrality E
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We're nothing G but myths now
That A neither of us believe in Bm
We're nothing G but myths now
That A neither of us believe in
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