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Bm Em7 Why are you hanging on? G So tight A To the road that I'm headed from Bm Off this island E4 Em This was an escape plan (This was an escape plan) G Carefully timed it A So that we'd go And dive into the waves below Bm D Who tends the orchards? G Who fixes up the gables? F#7 Emotional torture Bm From the head of your high table D Who fetches the water? G From the rocky mountain spring F#7 And walk back down again? G To feel your words and their sharp sting G And I'm getting fucking tired Bm D The capillaries in my eyes are bursting A7 If our love died, would that be the worst thing? Bm D For somebody I thought was my saviour A7 A You sure make me do a whole lot of labour Bm D The callous skin on my hands is cracking G A If our love ends, would that be a bad thing? Bm Dm7 And the silence haunts our bed chamber G A Bm You make me do too much labour Bm Em G A (You make me do Too much labour) Bm Em Apologies for my tone G And never yours A4 Busy lapping from a flowing cup Bm And stabbing with your fork Em I know you're a smart man (I know you're a smart man) G A And weaponise the false incompetence Bm It's dominance under a guise Bm If we had a daughter G I'd watch and could not save her F#7 The emotional torture Bm From the head of your high table D She'd do what you taught her G She'd meet the same cruel fate F#7 So now I've gotta run G So I can undo this mistake G At least I've gotta try Bm D The capillaries in my eyes are bursting A7 If our love died, would that be the worst thing? Bm D For somebody I thought was my saviour A7 A You sure make me do a whole lot of labour Bm D The callous skin on my hands is cracking G A If our love ends, would that be a bad thing? Bm Dm7 And the silence haunts our bed chamber G A Bm You make me do too much labour Bm All day, every day Bm Therapist, mother, maid Bm Nymph then a virgin Bm Nurse than a servant Bm Just an appendage, live to attend him Bm So that he never lifts a finger Bm Twenty-four-seven baby machine G A So he can live out his picket fence dreams Bm It's not an act of love if you make her G A You make me do too much labour Bm All day, every day D Therapist, mother, maid G Nymph then a virgin A Nurse than a servant Bm Just an appendage, live to attend him G A So that he never lifts a finger Bm Twenty-four-seven baby machine G A So he can live out his picket fence dreams Bm It's not an act of love if you make her G A You make me do too much labour Bm D The capillaries in my eyes are bursting (All day, every day, therapist mother maid) A7 If our love died, would that be the worst thing? (Nymph then a virgin, nurse then a servant) Bm D For somebody I thought was my saviour (Just an appendage, live to attend him) A7 A You sure make me do a whole lot of labour (So that he never lifts a finger) Bm D The callous skin on my hands is cracking (Twenty-four-seven baby machine) G A If our love ends, would that be a bad thing? (So he can live out his picket fence dreams) Bm Dm7 And the silence haunts our bed chamber (It's not an act of love if you make her) G A Bm You make me do too much labour
Written by Paris Paloma
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