The Clincher chords

Eb _ _ G _ _ Db _ _ _ C _ .
Db _ _ _ C _ Db _ _ _ C _ .
Db _ _ Cm _ _ Db _ Eb _ Fm _ _ .
_ Eb _ Bbm _ C _ Db _ Db _ _ _ .
_ _ C _ _ Bb I'll stand for _ nothingness, _ _ or never B stand Bb again.
_ _ _ These are the F limbs Bb that someone's buried.
This body's B life Bb was so.
_ _ Gb _ _ Could we have Bb known?.
Never Gb would I have to Bb nail down.
_ _ Can't fall off drifting out.
_ _ Now losing taste and touch.
_ _ _ Turning a pale blue, bleeding in the same.
This body's life was so.
_ _ The brain detox section.
_ Ab _ Bb Can't sneak around this place.
Ab _ _ Bb His chatter cone has got me by Ab the chin.
_ Bb This body's left us so.
_ Ab _ _ Gb _ _ Could we Bb have known?.
Never Db would I have to Ab nail down.
_ _ Gb _ With nothing Bbm to gain.
Bb Here's the Db clincher.
_ This should Ab be you.
Now Bbm saturate.
Now saturate.
Now saturate.
Now saturate.
Bb And Ab touch!.
C Now Bbm saturate!.
Cm _ Db Saturate!.
Fm _ C Now Db Bbm saturate!.
Ab _ G _ Bbm _ _ Now saturate!.
_ Db Now Db saturate!.
Cm Now Bbm saturate!.
C Yeah!.
Gb _ Well, could we Bb have known?.
Never Db would I have to Ab nail down.
Can't fall off Gb being rushed.
With nothing Bbm to gain.
Bb Here's the Db clincher.
_ This should Ab be you.
Late cold and Gb crippled.
This happened Bbm to me.
Bb Never Db changing.
_ Holding Ab inside.
I never stopped Gb not just.
The phobia Bbm of you.
Late Bb cold Db and crippled.
_ .
Ab Ending it all.
Now F saturate!.
Cm _ .
Bbm Now saturate!
Ab C Now Db Db saturate!
. Eb Now Db Bbm saturate!.
Cm _ Bbm Yeah!.
_ Now saturate.
Now _ C saturate.
Now Db Bb saturate.
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