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\selectlanguage{english}
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\songcolumns{2}
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\beginsong{My friends kill my folks}
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[by={Herman Düne},cov={mas-cambios},album={Mas cambios}]
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\cover
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\gtab{Am}{X02210}
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\gtab{F}{1:022100}
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\gtab{Dm}{XX0231}
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\begin{chorus}
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My friends kill my \[Am]folks in front of \[F]me
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My friends kill my \[Dm]folks and they're not even \[F]sorry
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They say the line is thick between crying and crying
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They say the line is thick between dying and dying
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\end{chorus}
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\begin{verse}
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I hardly ever listen and I don't steer
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But I do hear and I often peer
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At the features of men through my glasses
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Through my pictures and through their faces
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\end{verse}
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\begin{verse*}
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It's the only thing that keeps me awake
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Through some nights and all kinds of mornings
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When you hate yourself it's the mirror you break
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You won't find ears that fit your earrings
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\end{verse*}
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\begin{verse}
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I once was used to killing and double talking
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I wasn't writing then, not even smoking
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So I know how it feels to hate your own guts
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And rest your sick ego on ifs and buts
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\end{verse}
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\begin{verse*}
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And I don't see a line and I don't give a damn
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I see a surface and I feel its thickness
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And what I see from where I am
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Is so obvious not seeing it is a sickness
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\end{verse*}
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\endsong
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