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EBaby, I'm wounded The pain it is passing
Can you hold back the show for Aawhile?
EBeneath the hat that I'm wearing,
the storms are all brewing
and, baby, its time to go Aon
EStructure is quoting
and the wood it is cracking
and the thoughts are all starting to Afall
EThere's more to say than what's been said
and people are climbing the Bwall
Let it ERain Let itB poC#mur Let these skeAletons darBken my dooC#mr
Lay the Apast in the graveyard with Bthings that cant hold me no Emore A B
Breathe in Edeep Let iBt oC#mut Wash the biG#7tterness out of your moC#muth G#7 A E
There's no F#mroom left for G#mdarkness when, you're Afilled with the Blight it comes Eout
Repeat Intro 2x
ETruth hurts the worst,
so you might as well face it,
so the slate can again be wiped Aclean
EStanding on the shore of tomorrow's horizon
let music set you Bfree
Let it Erain Let itB poC#mur Let these skeAletons darBken my dooC#mr
Lay the Apast in the graveyard with Bthings that cant hold me no Emore A B
Breathe in Edeep Let iBt oC#mut Wash the biG#7tterness out of your moC#muth G#7 A E
There's no F#mroom left for G#mdarkness when, you're Afilled with the Blight it comes Eout
It's a C#mcall to all fighters, to all Bsinners and thieves
Fill their Eears with the G#mmusic that sets their Ahearts Bfree
I C#msmash these stings till Bmy fingers bleed
Lay Edown all your burdens and Asing back to Bme
Let it ERain Let itB poC#mur Let these skeAletons darBken my dooC#mr
Lay the Apast in the graveyard with Bthings that cant hold me no Emore A B
Breathe in Edeep Let iBt oC#mut Wash the biG#7tterness out of your moC#muth G#m E B
There's no F#mroom left for G#mdarkness when, you're Afilled with the Blight
There's no F#mroom left for G#mdarkness, Ababe
There's no F#mroom left for G#mdarkness when, you're Afilled with the Blight it comes Eout
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