Prisoners Regina Spektor
(Intro)
[Am] [Cmaj7] [Dm7] [F] [Am] [Cmaj7] [Dm7] [E]
[F] [Am] [Cmaj7] [E] [Dm7] [F] [E] [E7]
(Verse)
[Am]All of the pr[Cmaj7]isoners s[Dm7]erving life se[F]ntences
[Am]Wait for the e[Cmaj7]arth to su[Dm7]ddenly s[E]hake
[F]For the walls to somehow su[Am]ddenly come c[E]rumbling, tu[E7]mbling and
[F]For the bars to s[Am]omehow [E]magically[E7] break
[Am]Aw, There's nothing wrong with th[Cmaj7]em
That a th[Dm7]ousand bucks can't [F]fix
[Am]That a thousand [Cmaj7]arms can't hold d[Dm7]o - o[E]wn
[F] In the gr[Cmaj7]ound they're ta[E]ttooing the st[E7]ones with
[Dm7]Cusses like c[F]avemen - your [E]momma was her[E7]e
(Bridge)
But they want to[F] run through the air with no b[C]arriers or obstacles
[F]Gunmen or guard dogs or pr[C]iests
And to ri[F]se from the mud and start o[C]ver and over
With the people all dead, ah ah ah
(Verse)
If [Am]Hans Christian A[Cmaj7]ndersen could've h[Dm7]ad his way with [F]me
The[Am]n none of this s[Cmaj7]h*t would have ever gon[Dm7]e do - o[E]wn
[F]In my c[Am]ell I'm tat[Em]tooing my[E]self with
[Dm7]Mermaids and sw[F]allows and th[E]ough I do swal[E7]low
My m[F]ama thinks I'm [Am]grown but I'm rea[E]lly just l[E7]ittle
And s[Am]omed[F]ay [Dm7]I w[E]ill re[F]mem - [Am]ber[E] [E7]
So[Am]meda[F]y I[Dm7] wi[E]ll rem[F]em - b[Am]er[E] [E7]
So[Am]meda[F]y I[Dm7] wi[E]ll rem[F]em - b[Am]er[E] [E7]
(Outro)
A[Am]h - [F]ah [Dm7]- ah [E]- ah -[F] ah - [Am] [E] [E7] [Am]
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