| Dm | F | C | Csus4 | C | | No one knows what it’s | like, to be the | bad man | | |
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| Bb9 | Bb | Dm | Gsus2 | To be the | sad man, | behind | blue | eyes |
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| Dm | F | C | Csus4 | C | | No one knows what it’s | like to be | hated | | |
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| Bb9 | Bb | Dm | Gsus2 | To be | fat | ed, to telling on | ly | lies |
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| | Bb | C | F | Bb | F | | But my | dre | ams, they aren’t as | empty, | | |
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| | Bb | C | D | Dsus4 | D | | As my | conscience | seems to | be | | |
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| | Am | Bb | | I have | hours, only | lonely |
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| | C | Csus4 | C | Gsus2 | | My love is | vengeance | | that’s never | free |
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| Dm | F | C | Csus4 | C | | No one knows what it’s | like to feel these | feelings | | |
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| Bb9 | Bb | Dm | Gsus2 | Like I | do, | and I | blame | you |
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| Dm | F | C | Csus4 | C | | No one bites back as | hard on their | anger | | |
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| Bb9 | Bb | Dm | Gsus2 | None of | my pain and | woe, can | show | through |
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| | Bb | C | F | Bb | F | | But my | dre | ams, they aren’t as | empty, | | |
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| | Bb | C | D | Dsus4 | D | | As my | conscience | seems to | be | | |
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| | Am | Bb | | I have | hours, only | lonely |
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| | C | Csus4 | C | Gsus2 | | My love is | vengeance | | that’s never | free |
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| D | Am | G | D | | When my | fist clenches | crack it | open |
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| Am | F | C | Before I | use it and | lose my | cool |
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| Am | G | C | When I | smile | tell me some | bad news |
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| Am | G | D | Am | G | D | Before I | laugh and | act like a | fool | | | |
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| D | Am | G | D | | And if I | swallow | anything | evil |
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| Am | G | C | Put your | finger | down my | throat |
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| Am | G | C | If I | shiver please | give me a | blanket |
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| Am | G | D | Am | G | D | Am | G | Keep me | warm let me | wear your | coat | | | | | |
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| A | G | F | C | A | G | F | C | A | G | F | C | A | | | | | | | | | | | | | | |
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| Dm | F | C | Csus4 | C | | No one knows what it’s | like, to be the | bad man | | |
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| Bb9 | Bb | Dm | Gsus2 | To be the | sad | man, behind | blue | eyes |
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