Downtown Jesus
Luna Amară
Downtown Jesus
Back to my room and back inside my nest
It’s not my day today
It’s obvious I don’t belong.
Plastic men have sold
Now all my youth is sore and old
“there’s no morning view”
These nights are empty and so are you
There’s nothing you could do
Bruised up jesus for all the shame in you,
for all the shame in you.
And I feel downtown jesus growing orchids
Out of naked wounds
And I feel you and i
Selling friendshïp for an ounce of gold.
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C x 3 2 1
D x x 2 3 2
Bm x 2 4 4 3 2
C(III) X 3 5 5 X X
D(V) X 5 7 7 X X
Em(VII) X 7 9 9 X X
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