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Sa^Cying goodbye is de^Bath by a thousand ^Amcuts Flash^Fbacks waking me up ^CI get drunk, but it's not enou^Bgh ’Ca^Amuse the morning comes and you're not my b^Faby I^C look thr^Bough the windows of this l^Amove Ev^Fen though we boarded them up Cha^Cndelier's still flick^Bering here ’Cau^Fse I can't pretend it's ok^Gay when it's C not B It's death by a thousand cut^Fs ^G

I^C dress to kill my time, I ^Btake the long way home I ^Amask the traffic lights if it'll be a^Flright They say,^G "I don't know" A^Cnd what once was ours i^Bs no one's now I ^Amsee you everywhere, the ^Fonly thing we share Is^G this small town Yo^Cu said it was a great love, one for the ^Bages B^Amut if the story’s over, w^Fhy am I still writing pages? G

’Cau^Cse saying goodbye is de^Bath by a thousand Am cuts Flash^Fbacks waking me up I^C get drunk, but it's not eno^Fugh ’Ca^Amuse the morning comes and you're not my G baby I ^Clook through the win^Bdows of this l^Amove Ev^Fen though we boarded them up Cha^Cndelier's still flicke^Bring here 'Cau^Fse I can’t pretend it's ok^Gay when it's not C It^B's death by a thousand c^Amuts

My h^Ceart, my hips, my body, my lo^Bve Tryna find a part of me that you didn't touch Am Gave up on me like I was a bad dr^Fug No^Gw I'm searching for signs in a haunted club C Our songs, our films, united we st^Band Our country, guess it was a lawless l^Amand Quiet my fears with the touch of your h^Fand Paper cut stings from our paper-thin pl^Cans My time, my wine, my spirit, my tr^Bust Tryna find a part of me you didn't t^Amake up Gave you so much, but it wasn't eno^Fugh But I'll be alr^Gight, it's just a thousand cuts C

I ^Cget drunk, but it's not eno^Bugh 'Ca^Fuse you're not my ba^Gby I l^Cook through the wind^Bows of this l^Amove Ev^Fen though we boarded them up Chand^Celier's still flic^Bkering here 'Cau^Amse I can't pretend it^F's okay when it's not No, it's n^Cot ^B It's death by a thousand cu^Amts (You didn't touch)

Try^Fna find a part of me that you didn't touch My ^Cbody, my lo^Bve, my trust (It's death by a thousand cuts) Bu^Amt it wasn't enough, it wasn't en^Fough, no, no

I t^Bake the long way home I a^Amsk the traffic lights if it'll be al^Gright They say, "I don't kn^Cow"