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Коментар автора: Original tonality +2
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Intro:G G
As you promised me that I was more than all the miles combined
D
You mustʼve had yourself a change of heart like halfway through the drive
Em
Because your voice trailed off exactly as you passed my exit sign
C
Kept on drivinʼ straight and left our future to the right
G
Now I am stuck between my anger and the blame that I canʼt face
D
And memories are somethinʼ even smoking weed does not replace
Em
And I am terrified of weather ʼcause I see you when it rains
C
Doc told me to travel, but thereʼs COVID on the planes
Chorus: G
And I love Vermont, but itʼs the season of the sticks
D
And I saw your mom, she forgot that I existed
Em
And itʼs half my fault, but I just like to play the victim
C
Iʼll drink alcohol ʼtil my friends come home for Christmas
G
And Iʼll dream each night of some version of you
D
That I might not have, but I did not lose
Em
Now youʼre tire tracks and one pair of shoes
C G
And Iʼm split in half, but thatʼll have to do
G
So I thought that if I piled something good on all my bad
D
That I could cancel out the darkness I inherited from Dad
Em
No, I am no longer funny ʼcause I miss the way you laugh
C
You once called me «forever,» now you still canʼt call me back
Chorus: G
And I love Vermont, but itʼs the season of the sticks
D
And I saw your mom, she forgot that I existed
Em
And itʼs half my fault, but I just like to play the victim
C
Iʼll drink alcohol ʼtil my friends come home for Christmas
G
And Iʼll dream each night of some version of you
D
That I might not have, but I did not lose
Em
Now youʼre tire tracks and one pair of shoes
C G
And Iʼm split in half, but thatʼll have to do
Bridge: D
Oh, thatʼll have to do
Em
My other half was you
C
I hope this painʼs just passinʼ through
But I doubt it
Chorus: G
And I love Vermont, but itʼs the season of the sticks
D
And I saw your mom, she forgot that I existed
Em
And itʼs half my fault, but I just like to play the victim
C
Iʼll drink alcohol ʼtil my friends come home for Christmas
G
And Iʼll dream each night of some version of you
D
That I might not have, but I did not lose
Em
Now youʼre tire tracks and one pair of shoes
C
And Iʼm split in half, but thatʼll have to do
G
Have to do