Atrophy by The Antlers
{title: Atrophy}
{artist: The Antlers}
{album: Hospice}
{year: 2009}
{start_of_bridge: Intro}
[Bm] [D] [G] [D] [F#m]
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{start_of_verse: Verse 1}
You've been [Bm]living awhile
In the [D]front of my skull
Making [G]orders. [D] [F#m]
You've been [Bm]writing me rules, shrinking [D]maps
And redrawing [G]borders. [D] [F#m]
I've been re[Bm]peating your speeches
But the [D]audience just doesn't [G]follow. [D] [F#m]
Because I'm [Bm]leaving out words, punctu[D]ation
And it sounds pretty [G]hollow. [D] [F#m]
I've been [Bm]living in bed because [D]now
You tell me to [G]sleep. [D] [F#m]
I've been [Bm]hiding my voice and my [D]face
And you decide when I [G]eat. [D] [F#m]
In your [Bm]dreams I'm a criminal,
[D]Horrible, sleeping a[G]round. [D] [F#m]
While you're a[Bm]wake I'm impossible,
[D]Constantly letting you [G]down. [D] [F#m]
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{start_of_bridge: Interlude}
[Em] [D] [Bm] [A]
{end_of_bridge}
{start_of_verse: Verse 2}
Little [Bm]porcelain figurines
Glass [D]bullets you shoot at the [G]wall. [D] [F#m]
Threats of cas[Bm]tration for crimes
You i[D]magine when I miss your [G]call. [D] [F#m]
With the [Bm]bite of the teeth of that [D]ring on my finger,
I'm [G]bound to your bedside, your [D]eulogy [F#m]singer.
I'd [Bm]happily take all those [D]bullets inside you
And [G]put them inside of my[D]self. [F#m]
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{start_of_bridge: Interlude}
[Em] [D] [Bm] [A]
[G#] [D#] [B]
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{start_of_verse: Verse 3}
[G#]Someone, oh anyone,
[D#]Tell me how to stop this.
She's [G#]screaming, expiring
And [D#]I'm her only witness.
I'm [G#]freezing, infected
And [D#]rigid in that room inside her.
[G#]No one's gonna come as long as
[D#]I lay still in bed beside her.
[G#] [D#] [B]
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