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AmI Churt myDself toAmday, to Csee if DI still Amfeel I Cfocus Don the Ampain, the Conly Dthing thats Amreal The Cneedle Dtears a Amhole, the Cold faDmiliar Amsting Try to Ckill it Dall aAmway, but I reCmember DeveryGthing
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Am/GWhat Have I beF/Gcome, C/G my sweetest fGriend Am/GEveryone I F/Gknow, goC/Ges away in theG end Am/GAnd you could have it F/Gall, my C/Gempire of dGirt Am/GI will let you dF/Gown, I willC/G make you huGrt Verse:
AmI Cwear this Dcrown of Amthorns, uCpon my Dliars Amchair CFull of Dbroken Amthoughts, CI canDnot reAmpair BeCneath the Dstains of Amtime, the Cfeeling D disapAmpears CYou are Dsomeone Amelse, CI am Dstill right Ghere
Corus (The last cord is G instead of Am) and continue with Outro:
If Am/GI could start agF/Gain, a mC/Gillion miles aGway Am/GI would keep myseF/Glf, I C/Gwould find a Amway.
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