🗓️ 14 Jun 2026
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Chord labour
Kunci gitar dan lirik lagu labour yang dipopulerkan oleh Paris Paloma dengan kunci dasar C. Klik chord untuk melihat diagram kunci.
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Verse
Capo : fret 2
Am
why are you hanging o
Dm
n..
so
F
tight..
to the rope that I'm hanging
G
from..
off this
Am
island
this was an escape pl
Dm
an
This Was An Escape Plan
carefully
F
timed it so let me go
G
and dive into the waves below
Am
who tends the or
C
chards?
who fixes up the
F
gables?
emotional tor
E
ture..
from the head of your high
Am
table
who fetches the wa
C
ter..
from the rocky mountain s
F
pring?
and walk back down a
E
gain
to feel your words and their
F
sharp sting
and I'm
F
getting fucking tired..
Chorus :
Am
the capillaries in my
C
eyes are bursting
F
if our love died,
G
would that be the worst thing?
Am
for somebody I
C
thought was my saviour
you
F
sure make me do
a
G
whole lot of labour
Am
the calloused skin
on my
C
hands is cracking
F
if our love ends,
G
would that be a bad thing?
Am
and the silence
C
haunts our bed chamber
F
you make me do..
G
too much labour
Am
Dm
F
(
G
you make me do
too much labour)
Am
apologies for my
Dm
tongue..
never
F
yours
busy lapping from flowing
G
cup..
and stabbing with your
Am
fork..
I know you're a smart man
Dm
I Know You'Re A Smart Man
and weapo
F
nise.. the false incompe
G
tence
it's dominance under a
Am
guise..
if we had a daugh
C
ter..
I'd watch and could not
F
save her
the emotional tor
E
ture..
from the head of your high
Am
table
she'd do what you taught
C
her
she'd meet the same cru
F
el fate
so now I've gotta
E
run
so I can undo this
F
mistake..
at
F
least I've gotta try..
Chorus :
Am
the capillaries in my
C
eyes are bursting
F
if our love died,
G
would that be the worst thing?
Am
for somebody I
C
thought was my saviour
you
F
sure make me do
a
G
whole lot of labour
Am
the calloused skin
on my
C
hands is cracking
F
if our love ends,
G
would that be a bad thing?
Am
and the silence
C
haunts our bed chamber
F
you make me do..
G
too much labour
Am
all day, every day
Am
therapist, mother, maid
Am
nymph, then a virgin
Am
nurse, then a servant
Am
just an appendage, live to attend him
Am
so that he never lifts a finger
Am
twenty-four-seven
C
baby machine
so
F
he can live out
his
G
picket fence dreams
Am
it's not an act of
C
love if you make her
F
you make me do
G
too much labour
Am
all day, every day
C
therapist, mother, maid
F
nymph, then a virgin
G
nurse, then a servant
Am
just an appendage,
C
live to attend him
F
so that he never
G
lifts a finger
Am
twenty-four-seven
C
baby machine
so
F
he can live out
his
G
picket fence dreams
Am
it's not an act of
C
love if you make her
F
you make me do
G
too much labour
Chorus :
Am
the capillaries in my
C
eyes are bursting
F
if our love died,
G
would that be the worst thing?
Am
for somebody I
C
thought was my saviour
you
F
sure make me do
a
G
whole lot of labour
Am
the calloused skin
on my
C
hands is cracking
F
if our love ends,
G
would that be a bad thing?
Am
and the silence
C
haunts our bed chamber
F
you make me do..
G
too much labour
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| ORIGINAL CHORD |
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Bm
why are you hanging o
Em
n..
so
G
tight..
to the rope that I'm hanging
A
from..
off this
Bm
island
this was an escape pl
Em
an
This Was An Escape Plan
carefully
G
timed it so let me go
A
and dive into the waves below
Bm
who tends the or
D
chards?
who fixes up the
G
gables?
emotional tor
F#
ture..
from the head of your high
Bm
table
who fetches the wa
D
ter..
from the rocky mountain s
G
pring?
and walk back down a
F#
gain
to feel your words and their
G
sharp sting
and I'm
G
getting fucking tired..
Chorus :
Bm
the capillaries in my
D
eyes are bursting
G
if our love died,
A
would that be the worst thing?
Bm
for somebody I
D
thought was my saviour
you
G
sure make me do
a
A
whole lot of labour
Bm
the calloused skin
on my
D
hands is cracking
G
if our love ends,
A
would that be a bad thing?
Bm
and the silence
D
haunts our bed chamber
G
you make me do..
A
too much labour
Bm
Em
G
(
A
you make me do
too much labour)
Bm
apologies for my
Em
tongue..
never
G
yours
busy lapping from flowing
A
cup..
and stabbing with your
Bm
fork..
I know you're a smart man
Em
I Know You'Re A Smart Man
and weapo
G
nise.. the false incompe
A
tence
it's dominance under a
Bm
guise..
if we had a daugh
D
ter..
I'd watch and could not
G
save her
the emotional tor
F#
ture..
from the head of your high
Bm
table
she'd do what you taught
D
her
she'd meet the same cru
G
el fate
so now I've gotta
F#
run
so I can undo this
G
mistake..
at
G
least I've gotta try..
Chorus :
Bm
the capillaries in my
D
eyes are bursting
G
if our love died,
A
would that be the worst thing?
Bm
for somebody I
D
thought was my saviour
you
G
sure make me do
a
A
whole lot of labour
Bm
the calloused skin
on my
D
hands is cracking
G
if our love ends,
A
would that be a bad thing?
Bm
and the silence
D
haunts our bed chamber
G
you make me do..
A
too much labour
Bm
all day, every day
Bm
therapist, mother, maid
Bm
nymph, then a virgin
Bm
nurse, then a servant
Bm
just an appendage, live to attend him
Bm
so that he never lifts a finger
Bm
twenty-four-seven
D
baby machine
so
G
he can live out
his
A
picket fence dreams
Bm
it's not an act of
D
love if you make her
G
you make me do
A
too much labour
Bm
all day, every day
D
therapist, mother, maid
G
nymph, then a virgin
A
nurse, then a servant
Bm
just an appendage,
D
live to attend him
G
so that he never
A
lifts a finger
Bm
twenty-four-seven
D
baby machine
so
G
he can live out
his
A
picket fence dreams
Bm
it's not an act of
D
love if you make her
G
you make me do
A
too much labour
Chorus :
Bm
the capillaries in my
D
eyes are bursting
G
if our love died,
A
would that be the worst thing?
Bm
for somebody I
D
thought was my saviour
you
G
sure make me do
a
A
whole lot of labour
Bm
the calloused skin
on my
D
hands is cracking
G
if our love ends,
A
would that be a bad thing?
Bm
and the silence
D
haunts our bed chamber
G
you make me do..
A
too much labour
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