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 Em                   C                                                                                                    
Как чёрточка сверху, как чёрточка сбоку.                                                                                   
 Am                 D                                                                                                      
И времени сколько осталось до срока.                                                                                     
 Em                  C                                                                                                     
Не скажет не кто, как спросить не пытайся.                                                                               
 Am                   D                                                                                                     
Не в грудь кулаком, не в глаза тыча пальцем.                                                                             
Не тёплым дождём, не облаком белым.                                                                                        
Не мягкой травою, не снегом не мелом.                                                                                    
Не всё обошлось, не легче не стало.                                                                                        
Постылило всё, в конец заебало.                                                                                     

Проигрыш / Em  C  Am  D /                                                                                                      И 

чуешь нутром, сказать что-то хочет,                                                                                     
Но лишь языком еле-еле ворочит.                                                                                            
И ноги не держат и руки как плети,                                                                                         
И голову будто опутали сети                                                                                                

Затравлены как, на костры колдовские,                                                                                   
Стоит и глядит на огни заводские.                                                                                    
Сквозь слёзы и дрожь, мне шепчет устало,                                                                            
Постылило всё, в конец заебало.                                                                                           

Проигрыш/ Em  C  Am  D/                                                                                                     

И кажется буд-то, что тянет орадой,                                                                                    
Тебе рассказать, только станешь ли рада?                                                                              
Пойдёшь ли менять благодать на тревогу?                                                                            
Хрущевки уют на кривую дорогу                                                                                       
Отбросишь что было и небыло тоже                                                                                    
Шальная морозь пробежится по коже                                                                                         
И встанешь со мною и крикнешь - достало!                                                                              
Постылило всё, в конец заебало.