Somehow The World Keeps Turning

B G#m When England took my mother's youngest son, B F# She demanded him back. She said, B E "Don't make me worry, son. G#m F# This isn't the time to run. B E You're always thinking G#m F# Until the thinking's done." E B G#m Talking myself down gets so hard. F# E B G#m All I know is I don't wanna die in my car. F# E I can't get out of my head, G B G#m B G#m Just like it's always been. *pause* B G#m He's in the mirror staring back at me, B F# Smiling through his worn down teeth. B E I tell him, "You make me sick, G#m F# And the bullshit is getting thick." B E And sometimes the hardest part G#m F# Is just getting on with it. E B G#m Talking myself down gets so hard. F# E B G#m All I know is I don't wanna die in my car. F# E I can't get out of my head, G Just like it's always been. G#m F# B E G#m F# B E G#m F# B E F# E B G#m Talking myself down gets so hard. F# E B F# All I know is I don't wanna die in my car. E B G#m F# The war inside my head keeps raging, E B F# And somehow the world keeps turning. E B G#m F# Yeah somehow the world keeps turning. E B F# Yeah somehow the world keeps turning.