SONG; A PERFECT SOUND
ARTIST; CRAGGA
WRITTEN BY; CRAIG HUTCHINSON

verse Bbmaj7  Abmaj7

LOOK AT THE NIGHT, ITS SOMETHING BEAUTIFUL,
BUT IT STILL HIDES YOUR FACE
THE MON IS RED, I'M THINKING OF YOUR EYES,
THE WAY THEY PIERCE THIS SPACE

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G7            C#m7
MORNING, HAS PASSED ITSELF OVER,
       D                 E             A
THERES SOMETHING THAT I DIDN'T DO LAST NIGHT.
G7          C#m7
BURNING, INSIDE OF MY BODY,
D               E                A
TELLS ME THAT I MAY DO SOMETHING RIGHT

verse 2

THE FALLEN LEAVES, CRISP BENEATH MY FEET,
GLOW IN THE AUTUMN SUN
I TAKE A GLANCE, THROUGH MY WINDOW PANE,
I SEE WHAT IVE BECOME

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C                                      G
TEARS OUTSIDE, FREEZE BEFORE THEY EVEN HIT THE GROUND
C                                            G
SPHERICAL ICE, WILL BREAK AND MAKE A PERFECT FUCKING SOUND,
          A
A FUCKING SOUND

verse 3

I WROTE THIS SONG ABOUT YOUR TWISTED MIND
AND ALL ITS EVIL WAYS
BUT THEN I THINK, OF ALL THE CITIES LIVES,
AND WHAT MY OLD MAN SAYS

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