| C# | Fm | | I thought I ’saw a man brought to life | |
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| F# | | He was ’warm, he came around like he was d | ignified - |
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| C# | | He ’showed me what it was to cry | |
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| Fm | | Well you couldn’t ’be that man I adored | |
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| F# | | You don’t seem to ’know, don’t seem to care what your | heart is for |
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But ’I don’t know him anymore |
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| Bbm | | There’s | nothing where he used to lie, |
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| Ab | Fm | | my conversation has run dry | |
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| Ab | | That’s what’s going | on - |
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| C# | | Nothing’s fine I’m | torn |
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| | | C# | Ab | Bbm | | | | I’m all out of fai | th, this is how I fe | el - |
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| | | F# | C# | | | I’m cold and I am | shamed, lying naked on the | floor |
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| | | Ab | Bbm | | | Illusion never | changed, into something | real - |
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| | | F# | C# | | | I’m wide awake and | I can see, the perfect sky is | torn |
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| | | Ab | Bbm | F# | | | You’re a little | late, I’m already | torn | |
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| C# | Fm | | So I ’guess the fortune teller’s right | |
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| F# | | I should have ’seen just what was there and not some | holy light |
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| Bbm | | But you ’crawl beneath my veins and now | |
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| Ab | Fm | | I don’t care, I have no luck, | I don’t miss it all that much | - |
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| Ab | C# | | There’s just so many | things - That I can’t touch I’m | torn |
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| | | Bbm | F# | Bbm | C# | Ab | | | | Torn... | | Ooooh... Hoo | ooooh... | Ooooh |
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| Bbm | Ab | | There’s | nothing where he used to lie | - |
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| Fm | | My inspiration has run dry | |
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| Ab | | That’s what’s going on | |
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| C# | | Nothing’s right I’m | torn |
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| | | C# | Ab | Bbm | | | | I’m all out of fai | th, this is how I fe | el - |
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| | | F# | C# | | | I’m cold and I a | m shamed, lying naked on the | floor |
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| | | Ab | Bbm | | | Illusion never | changed, into something | real - |
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| | | F# | C# | | | I’m wide awake and | I can see, the perfect sky is | torn |
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| | | Ab | Bbm | | | I’m all out of faith | , this is how I | feel - |
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| | | F# | C# | | | I’m cold and I am | shamed, bound and broken on the | floor |
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| | | Ab | Bbm | F# | | | You’re a little | late, I’m already | torn | |
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