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Knuckles White Dry
-Gang of Youths


[Intro]

D#min    C#    F#
C#     F#


[Verse 1]

F#
Deep in the breath of a carrier
            A#min
Coughing up blood is the worst case scenario
          B
No way in hell is this happening
                          G#min
To us I don't care if it kills me

I promise you won't die, swear
        F#
It's a sinker of sorts

It's a shitty occasion
         A#min
We're driving my car from the city
                 B
Been shaving my knuckles white dry from the walls I've been punching
     G#min
So where is the ticket, I'll park, you just leg it in


[Pre-chorus 1]

    D#min
And you haven't cried much or nearly enough
         B
But I'll scream at your chest for as long as I must
    G#min         B
Til it hears me

Do you think it hears me?


[Chorus]

F#                                                 B
Call off your dogs, we'll surrender no part of our love to the sun

The skin or the lungs
     D#min      G#min
Not today
   B        C#
Nor tomorrow
      F#                                         B
It's no kind of living afraid or unknown let the dead be the dead
                         D#min          G#min
Let us live and disown all pretending
     C#                      F#         C#
From here until the car ride home


[Verse 2]

   F#                                          A#min
If I hear another I love you get well from someone we don't know or that I didn't tell
       B
And I swear that I'll show them a vision of hell
          G#min
It gets tiresome you know
      F#
It's always the strangers who poke and they prod
          A#min
And they drive all that shit deep inside of your blood
    B
If miracles function
                                G#min
Then where is our god that's the question I pose


[Pre-chorus 2]

     D#min
And you haven't changed much or nearly enough
       B
But I scream at your chest for as long as I trust
         G#min     
That it hears me
      B                      C#
Do you think it hears me?


[Chorus]

F#                                                 B
Call off your dogs, we'll surrender no part of our love to the sun

The skin or the lungs
     D#min      G#min
Not today
   B          B/C#
Nor tomorrow
      F#                                         B
It's no kind of living afraid or unknown let the dead be the dead
                         D#min          G#min
Let us live and disown all pretending
     C#                      F#         
From here until the car ride home


[Coda] x4

             B       B/D#     B/F
The car ride home
        F#
Car ride home
 

[Ending]

             B       
The car ride home

G#min      D#min     C#

            
            
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