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EYou better watch yourself this Btime
Or you're waiting in a long C#mline
Of kicking off a slow Acrime
EI guess the Devil wouldn't have Byou
But you're used to what you're used C#mto
You always seem to somehow Amake it through
I F#mknow, I let myself Ago but
I try to lay Elow but it's so hard to be Balone C
I C#mknow I never took my Aown advice
Chased a couple Erollin' dice somewhere I don't beBlong C
C#mI can't make myself Abe good, I wish I could
ESomewhere my conscience turned toB petrified old woodC
C#mI can't make myself Ado right on Friday night
EWhen all these shadows, they get Bbigger and bigger Cin the C#mlight A
EAnother night another rope Bburn
Well I guess that it was my C#mturn
To wash all of the pain Adown
EMaybe you were just a deBcoy
It doesn't matter much to me, C#mnoise
It covered up the voices I don't Awant to hear
F#mI let myself Ago again
I tried to let you Ego, but it's so hard to be Balone C
I C#mknow I never take my Aown advice
I get tired of Eplayin nice and cut right to the Bbone C
C#mI can't make myself Abe good, I wish I could
ESomewhere my conscience turned toB petrified old woodC
C#mI can't make myself Ado right on Friday night
EWhen all these shadows, they get Bbigger and bigger Cin the C#mlight A
EBC#mA
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D#mI can't make myself Bbe good, I wish I could
FSomewhere my conscience turned toC petrified old woodD
D#mI can't make myself Bdo right on Friday night
FWhen all these shadows they get Cbigger and bigger Din the D#mlight B
Bigger in the Flight C D
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