Key: D major
Verse 1
Bm
D
had won at life
G
We were high as fucking kites, above the city
A
D
And no one's ever looked as pretty as
A
D
when you turned to walk away
Had to silence my addiction,
Em
A
In the guts of the glory days
D
A
G
I look death in the eye once a week,
A
Verse 2
D
G
Come on teach me self control,
A
G
make anyone feel like this
I don't think I could make
D
Bm
anyone feel like this
Verse 3
D
My formative years,
I got as drunk as anyone
Bm
D
And I wonder how that
A
G
will affects me
Now that those years have
Em
A
been and gone
My mind malnourished and
D
Em
A
Never giving, always taking
fucked we truly are
it's all for passion sake
this or my life
Would've been a complete waste
Verse 4
G
control,
D
A
D
come on tell me what to say
A
G
could make anyone feel like this
Don't think I could make
A
G
anyone feel this shit
Verse 5
G
These dreams unfamiliar but sincere
Let myself disappear in the
warmth of the back seat
Press my knees into the fake sheepskin
Trying to pick who next to run
D
G
But trying to keep a lid on it
A
G
I want to be in love again
Verse 6
A
G
D
A
G
come on tell me what to say
A
G
D
come on tell me what to say
A
G
make anyone feel like this
I don't think I could make
D
Bm
anyone feel like this
Don't think I could make
A
G
A
anyone feel this shit
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TunerE A D G B E
ChordsD Bm G A Em
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