[ Предположительная тональность: Em ] Em Ancient Rome Em We built that fucker stone by stone Am Our fingers bled, our feet were worn D But we stayed strong and carried on Em Come on in Em Do you want to touch my bulbous head? Am With features wrapped and stretched to death D A tiny nose is all that's left Em Am D This is not Em Am D For your entertainment G The land at the end of our toes C Goes on, and on, and on, and on D The sand at the core of our bones Em It blows on, and on, and on, and on G The land at the end of our toes C Goes on, and on, and on, and on D The sand at the core of our bones Em Continues on Em The basement's gone Em It seems they've dug up all our land Am The world was lowered man by man D Let's move the sky and not join hands Em Ancient Rome Em We built that fucker stone by stone Am Our fingers bled, our feet were worn D But we stayed strong and carried on Em Am D This is not Em Am D For your entertainment G The land at the end of our toes C Goes on, and on, and on, and on D The sand at the core of our bones Em It blows on, and on, and on, and on G The land at the end of our toes C Goes on, and on, and on, and on D The sand at the core of our bones Em Continues on Am Em Life still sounds like balloons G You chew and you chew and chew C Your teeth crumble to the floor Am It's where they lay, it's where they lay Em The past never really dies G I don't think we even try C There's no difference from Am Where we wake or where we die G Em Balloons G Em Balloons G Em Balloons C Em Balloons G The land at the end of our toes C Goes on, and on, and on, and on D The sand at the core of our bones Em It blows on, and on, and on, and on G The land at the end of our toes C Goes on, and on, and on, and on D The sand at the core of our bones Em Continues on
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