Chords for Bong Da City - Καληνύχτα [HQ]

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_ _ _ _ Here's the important [Abm] report.
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[Abm] _ _ [Ebm] _ _ _ _ I was with her, I loved her, I shared her, I adored her, I slapped her, I didn't even [Abm] regret it.
I touched her, [Ebm] she's a bitch, she's a woman, you've made her bed, she's like stars.
All you have in your pocket, you rub with empty hands, explanations, like knives that [Abm] ended in a knife fight.
[Ebm] In a country where people rarely smile, cheap words, images of themselves speak for themselves.
The nights are facts, some dangerous questions [Abm] come to me, you tell [Ebm] me what they want,
so yeah, in this place that only remains doubts.
How many times do I sit and think about the pain it gives?
My [Abm] head is heavy, my [Ebm] breath is hot, in every word I end up in problems.
My words, messages to the whole world, every time you feel alone, you become a target.
And what you hate [Abm] becomes a thirst.
[Ebm] Everything is spinning like crazy, I'm with chemicals, I see the [Ebm] smoke.
I'm drowning in the bone, deep in all the debts, I see your system is collapsing.
Tell me who [Abm] cares and what to [Ebm] say.
I'm talking to myself, I'm complaining, I'm talking to them,
I'm holding a glass that never ends, and I'm holding two lips in my pocket.
I remember the questions, [Abm] how I found what I was [Ebm] looking for, everything is spinning.
I'm talking to the sweet that I forgot, they gave me colors to live, but I'm afraid.
You see, everything is suspicious, how it's just, you don't know, it's night, the [Abm] star is missing you,
but [Ebm] it will fall, don't be afraid, when you open your eyes, you remember.
A shot in your stomach, where you barely wake up, yes, it's night.
And at night, if you don't live, you can't fucking live.
You [Abm] didn't let the east wind in your [Ebm] life, it's dawn.
New day, I smelled the dust, I smelled the smell of chemicals that are floating in my balcony.
A poem that I whispered, it starts to rhyme, it's true.
My [Abm] dear, you are with me, good [Ebm] night. _ _ _ _ _
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