Verse 1:
This is H waterfall of G#m7human tales.
Just a Hpiece of good luck,
is G#m7all that we claim.
But HI'm told by a friend,
it's G#m7more than sure.
Just as Hclear as the sky,
there is no G#m7fortune for all.
And this isE nobody's fault,
and this is C#7sus4nobody's share.
And I Say
Ref:
HSomebody'sG#m7 soaked,
Esomebody's C#7sus4cliché.
HAm I caught in theG#m7 storm.
EThe sleeping C#7sus4creature.
For I Hbeg high andG#m7 hope,
For IH beg high andC#7sus4 hold.
Till I Hfall in theG#m7 storm
EThe storm of cliché.
Verse 2:
This is whore that prays in church,
torn her soul.
This is countess on the ball,
but the title is stolen.
This is a cripple from the war,
the guy you know.
But the answer's in the end,
something cannot be changed.
And this is nobody's fault,
and this is nobody's share.
And I Say
Ref:
Somebody's soaked,
somebody's cliché.
Am I caught in the storm.
The sleeping creature.
For I beg high and hope,
for I beg high and hold.
Till I fall in the storm.
EI did not C#7sus4reach it,
I did not reach it.
HSomebody's G#m7soaked,
Esomebody's C#7sus4cliché.
Am IH caught in theG#m7 storm.
EThe sleeping C#7sus4creature.
For IH beg high andG#m7 hope,
for IH beg high and C#7sus4hold.
Till IH fall in theG#m7 storm.
EThe storm of cliché.
HSomebody, everybody.
EHigh or low, or hiding.
HNobody's born as a C#7sus4creature.
You better be,
Hnot mad at me,
cause body falls,
Evanishes souls.
Me better fear,
Hnobody's born as a C#7sus4creature.
Nobody's Ecreature,
and C#7sus4nobody fears.
HSomebody's G#m7soaked,
Esomebody's C#7sus4cliché.
HAm I caught G#m7in the storm.
EThe sleepingC#7sus4creature.
For IH beg high and G#m7hope,
for I Hbeg high andC#7sus4 hold.
Till I Hfall in the G#m7storm.
EI did notC#7sus4 reach it,
I did not reach it.
HSomebody's G#m7soaked,
Esomebody's C#7sus4cliché.
HAm I caught G#m7in the storm.
EThe sleepingC#7sus4creature.
For IH beg high and G#m7hope,
for I Hbeg high andC#7sus4 hold.
Till I Hfall in the G#m7storm.
EThe storm of cliché.H
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