Текст песни Bon Iver - Bruised Orange

-  (466544) take off your barre finger to make the same noise Justin makes for the .

Also, Justin puts a riff in when moving from A to . 

M y heart's in the ice house Come hill or come valley
Like a long ago Sunday when I walked through the alley
On a cold winter's morning to a church house
Just to shovel some snow

I heard sirens on the train track Howl naked gettin' nuder
An alter boy's been hit by a local commuter
Just from walking with his back turned to the train
That was coming so slow 

You can gaze out the window Get mad and get madder
Throw you hands in the air Say "What does it matter?"
But it don't do no good to get angry
So help me I know 
For a heart stained in anger Grows weak and grows bitter
You become your own prisoner
As you watch yourself sit there wrapped up in a trap
Of your very own chain of sorrow.

I been brought down to zero Pulled out and put back there
I sat on the park bench kissed the girl with the black hair
And my head shouted down to my heart
You better look out be low.

 ey, it ain't such a long drop Don't stammer. Don't stutter
From the diamonds in the sidewalk to the dirt in the gutter
And you carry those bruises to remind you
Wherever you go. 

You can gaze out the window Get mad and get madder
Throw you hands in the air Say "What does it matter?"
But it don't do no good to get angry
So help me I know 
For a heart stained in anger Grows weak and grows bitter
You be come your own prisoner
As you watch yourself sit there wrapped up in a trap
Of your very own chain of sorrow.

Instrumental:

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M y heart's in the ice house Come hill or come valley
Like a long ago Sunday when I walked through the alley
On a cold winter's morning to a church house
Just to shovel some snow