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[Intro]

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My, my, my, my (my, my, my, my)

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My, my, my, my (my, my, my, my)
C My, my,G my, my Am My, my,G my, my F My, my,Am my, my Dm My, my, Gmy, my
[Chorus 1]
CSaying goodbye is Gdeath by a thousanAmd cuts Flashbacks Gwaking me up F I get drunk, but it's Amnot enough 'Cause the Dmmorning comes and you're Gnot my baby
C I look through theG windows of thisAm love Even though we Gboarded them up F Chandelier still Amflickering here 'Cause I Dmcan't pretend iGt's okay when it's Cnot G It's death by a thousand Fcuts G
[Verse 1]
C I dress to kill my timGe, I take the long way homeF I ask the traffic lights if it'll Gbe alright, they say, "I don't know" C And what once was oursG, is no one's nowF I see you everywhere, the only Gthing we share is this small town C You said it was a great lovGe, one for the ageFs But if the story's over, why aGm I still writing pages?
[Chorus 2]
'Cause Csaying goodbye is Gdeath by a thousanAmd cuts Flashbacks Gwaking me up F I get drunk, but it'sAm not enough 'Cause the Dmmorning comes and you're nGot my baby
C I look through theG windows of tAmhis love Even though we Gboarded them up F Chandelier still Amflickering here 'Cause I Dmcan't pretend Git's okay when it's not C G It's death by a thousand Fcuts G
[Verse 2]
C My heart, my hips, my body, my Glove Tryna find a part of me that you didn't Ftouch Gave up on me like I was a bad dGrug Now I'm searching for signs in a hauntedC club
Our songs, our films, united, we Gstand Our country, guess it was a lawless Fland Quiet my fears with the touch of your Ghand Paper cut stings from our paper-thinC plans
My time, my wine, my spirit, my Gtrust Tryna find a part of me you didn't take Fup Gave you too much, but it wasn't Genough But I'll be alright, it's just a thousand cutsC G Am G
[Chorus 3]
F I get drunk, but it's Amnot enough Dm 'Cause you're noGt my baby C I look through the Gwindows of this Amlove Even though we Gboarded them up F Chandelier still Amflickering here 'Cause I Dmcan't pretend iGt's okay when it's nCot, no it's not G It's death by a thousand Fcuts G (you didn't touch)
[Post-Chorus]
Tryna find a part of me that you didn't Ctouch My body, my Glove, my trust (it's death by a thFousand cuts) But it wasn't eGnough, it wasn't enough, no, no
[Outro]
C G Am I take thGe long way home F I ask the Amtraffic lights if it'll Dmbe alright They say, "GI don'

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