Beck - Already dead

^DTime wears away all the ^D7pleasures of the ^Dday All the t^Freasures ^Cyou could ^Dhold ^DDays turn to sand, losing str^D7ength in every h^Dand They can^F't hold y^Cou any^Dmore ^{D7 D}

^DAlready dead to ^Dme now, ^Dalready dead to ^Dme now ^D7 'Cause it ^Ffeels like I'm wa^Ctching something dy^Ding

^DLove looks away in the h^D7arsh light of the d^Day On the ^Fedge of n^Cothing mo^Dre ^DDays fade to black in the ^D7light of what they ^Dlack Nothing's ^Fmeasured by ^Cwhat it ^Dneeds ^{D7 D}

^DAlready dead to ^Dme now, ^Dalready dead to ^Dme now ^D7 'Cause it ^Ffeels like I'm wa^Ctching something dy^Ding