Artist: H-burns
Intro: [A] (clavier)
[VERSE 1]
I've been [A]burning my [F#m]life from [C#m]both ends
[A] [F#m] [C#m] (clavier)
It scares the shit out of me, to get back in it
[D]Outside hurts my [A]pride (entrée guitare)
[D]But inside takes me [A]back, where I'm on tria[E]l
[VERSE 2]
Been asleep on the floor for a week or so
Laid down laid low, to taste the cold of it
A passenger of your life,
A stowaway hidden there, in the back your head
[CHORUS]
[D]Six years on the [E]backseat of your [F#m]car
[D]Somewhere on the [E]map I must [F#m]belong
[D]Several times I [E]tried, to be [A]someone in your [F#m]eyes
[D]Six years on the [E]backseat of your [F#m]car
[VERSE 3]
Went out, to watch the moon and the size of it
Noticed the time, and got sick of it
Would something blow my mind'
Cause it's your hands on the wheel ,and I'm only lying
[VERSE 4]
Had a blast for a while, and got tired again
Laid down, laid low, taste the irony
Outside hurts my pride
But inside takes me back, where I'm on trial
[BRIDGE]
[E]There must be another [F#m]way
[E]Just lay down the inno[F#m]cence
[Bm]We're not just subway [F#m]bound
[E]Lay down the inno[F#m]cence
[CHORUS]
Six years on the backseat of your car
Somewhere on the map I should belong
Several times I tried, to be someone in your eyes
But it's been six years on the backseat of your car
Six years on the backseat of your car
Six years on the backseat of your car
[VERSE 1]
I've been [A]burning my [F#m]life from [C#m]both ends
[A] [F#m] [C#m] (clavier)
It scares the shit out of me, to get back in it
[D]Outside hurts my [A]pride (entrée guitare)
[D]But inside takes me [A]back, where I'm on tria[E]l
[VERSE 2]
Been asleep on the floor for a week or so
Laid down laid low, to taste the cold of it
A passenger of your life,
A stowaway hidden there, in the back your head
[CHORUS]
[D]Six years on the [E]backseat of your [F#m]car
[D]Somewhere on the [E]map I must [F#m]belong
[D]Several times I [E]tried, to be [A]someone in your [F#m]eyes
[D]Six years on the [E]backseat of your [F#m]car
[VERSE 3]
Went out, to watch the moon and the size of it
Noticed the time, and got sick of it
Would something blow my mind'
Cause it's your hands on the wheel ,and I'm only lying
[VERSE 4]
Had a blast for a while, and got tired again
Laid down, laid low, taste the irony
Outside hurts my pride
But inside takes me back, where I'm on trial
[BRIDGE]
[E]There must be another [F#m]way
[E]Just lay down the inno[F#m]cence
[Bm]We're not just subway [F#m]bound
[E]Lay down the inno[F#m]cence
[CHORUS]
Six years on the backseat of your car
Somewhere on the map I should belong
Several times I tried, to be someone in your eyes
But it's been six years on the backseat of your car
Six years on the backseat of your car
Six years on the backseat of your car
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