Richard Divine
Frank TurnerVersion1
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Richard Divine made up his mind to take the last few steps
to the bathroom door from his bedroom floor and to lock himself in.
Steady young hands, meticulous plans,
disposable razors and a blisterpack filled with strong sleeping pills,
and a bath of hot water.
He said hes not for sale, said that he felt hounded,
crowded and surrounded by this life he didnt choose.
He carefully wrote a funerary note
on his best writing paper to set out the facts,
and sealed it with wax, and left it in the kitchen.
He left it out so his parents would know what there was waiting for them:
pale cold skin and blood seeping in to the landing carpet.
He said hes not for sale, said that he felt hounded,
crowded and surrounded by this life he didnt choose.
But everybody plays this game on a daily basis.
Theyre not heroes, theyre survivors,
and its not Shakespearian if they lose.
So do what you want, do what you want, do what the voices tell you,
but dont ever say that we didnt warn you.
cause we warned you
He said hes not for sale, but he bought into his failure.
Hes telling tales that hammer nails right into open palms.
A martyr in reverse, hes best at being worst,
the rest of us are cursed but we keep calm and we carry on.
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So Richard, here it is: none of us are blameless, huddled here like
strangers,
shameless in our lists of all the changes we say we need.
But I think that you knew that,
you cant pretend its news that when you cut yourself youll bleed.
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Readable chord sheet for Richard Divine by Frank Turner
[Em]Richard Divine made up his mind to take the l[Am]ast few steps to t[D]he bathroom door from his bedroom floor and to lock him[Em]self in. Steady young hands, meticulous plans, disposable r[Am]azors and a [D]blisterpack filled with strong sleeping pills, and a bath of hot wa[Em]ter. He s[G]aid hes not for s[B]ale, said that he felt ho[C]unded, crowded and s[Am]urrounded by this life he didnt c[Em]hoose. [Em]He carefully wrote a funerary note on his best wr[Am]iting paper to s[D]et out the facts, and sealed it with wax, and left it in the kit[Em]chen. He left it out so his parents would know what there was wa[Am]iting for them: [D]pale cold skin and blood seeping in to the landing ca[Em]rpet. [G]He said hes not for s[B]ale, said that he felt hou[C]nded, crowded and surr[Am]ounded by this life he didnt choose. [G] But everybody plays t[B]his game on a daily ba[C]sis. Theyre not heroes, theyre su[Am]rvivors, and its not Shakespearian if they lose. [Em]So do what you want, do what you want, do what the [Am]voices tell you, but don[D]t ever say that we didnt [Em]warn you. cause we warned you [G]He said hes not for s[B]ale, but he bought into his fa[C]ilure. Hes telling tales that ha[Am]mmer nails right into open pa[G]lms. [G]A martyr in re[B]verse, hes best at being wo[C]rst, the rest of us are c[Am]ursed but we keep calm and we carry o[G]n. [G], [B], [C], [Am] x2 So Richard, here it is:[G] none of us are bla[B]meless, huddled here like [C]strangers, shameless in our li[Am]sts of all the changes we say we ne[G]ed. But I think that you k[B]new that, you cant pretend its n[C]ews that when you cut yourself youll b[Am]leed.