Табулатура в формате Guitar Pro , содержащая следующие дорожки:
 
                                        Vocals
                                        Bassoon
                                     
                                        Backup Vocals
                                        Soprano Sax
                                     
                                        Guitar 1
                                        Overdriven Guitar
                                     
                                        Guitar 2
                                        Electric Guitar (muted]
                                     
                                        Guitar 3
                                        Overdriven Guitar
                                     
                                        Guitar 4
                                        Overdriven Guitar
                                     
                                        Keyboard
                                        Honky-tonk Piano
                                     
                                        Bass
                                        Acoustic Bass
                                     
                                        Percussion
                                        Drums
                                    Текст
This is the sto-ry of a girl who cried a riv-er and drowned the whole world. And while she looks so sad in pho-to-graphs, I ab-so-lute-ly love her when she smiles. How man-y days in the year she wakes up with hope, but she on-ly finds tears? And I can be so in-sin-cere, mak-in\' her prom-is-es nev-er for real. As long as she stands there wait-in\', weare-in\' the holes in the soles of her shoes. How man-y days dis-ap-pear when you look in the mir-ror, so how do you choose? Your clothes nev-er wear as well the next day, and your hair nev-er falls in quite the same way. You nev-er seem to run out of things to say. This is the sto-ry of a girl who cried a riv-er and drowned the whole world. And while she looks so sad in pho-to-graphs, I ab-so-lute-ly love her when she smiles. And how man-y love-ers would stay, just to put up with this shit day af-ter day. How did we wind up this way, watch-ing our mouths for the words that we say? As long as we stand here wait-in\', wear-in\', the clothes of the souls that we choose. How do we get there to-day, when we\'re walk-in\' too far for the price of the shoes? Your clothes nev-er wear as well the next day, and your hair nev-er falls in quite the same way. But you nev-er seem to run out of things to say. This is the sto-ry of a girl who cried a riv-er and drowned the whole world. And while she looks so sad in pho-to-graphs, I ab-so-lute-ly love her when she smiles. Well, your clothes nev-er wear as well the next day, and your hair nev-er falls in quite the same way. You nev-er seem to run out of things to say. This is the sto-ry of a girl who cried a riv-er and drowned the whole world. And while she looks so sad in pho-to-graphs, I ab-so-lute-ly love her. This is the sto-ry of a girl; the pret-ty face she hid from the world. And while she looks so sad and lone-ly there, I ab-so-lute-ly love her. This is the sto-ry of a girl who cried a riv-er and drowned the whole world. And while she looks so sad in pho-to-graphs, I ab-so-lute-ly love her when she smiles. Ah, when she smiles._