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FI was starting to sEbhake
From the days I've been Gmup
There's a lot on my plate
And the Fones I loved stopped anEbswering
They Gmleft me to find my self
In my own hate
FI work all Ebalone with a cynical Gmtaste
And the day I get out
Is the day I'll be Fmade
I was cut out of Ebstone
And carved with a Gmblade
Head down with all of my Fhardships
There's nothing too Ebstrong
That I cant Gmface
Don't stop 'till you finally Fhave it
It should be more like a Ebhabit
BbCome down,
FAll the fighting's over
GmI let you breathe your own Ebair
I will Bbset my arms downF in a cornerGm
When I turn around Eb
You will tell me how you're Bbup now F
From your dream of clovers Gm
Said, "not a thing will compaEbre
To the Bbsense you give meF, and disorder Gm
When you turn around Eb
And I can't breathe" F
FEbGmGm
FEbGmGm
FEbGmGm
There wasn't a trace
Of the war letting Fup
And the days went on Eblate
I sGmtruggled
And I fell to solid Fground
It led me to my Ebescape
FNow here I am outside of your Ebgate
I was hoping you could
BbCome down,
FAll the fighting's over
GmI let you breathe your own Ebair
I will Bbset my arms downF in a cornerGm
When I turn around Eb
You will tell me how you're Bbup now F
From your dream of clovers Gm
Said, "not a thing will compaEbre
To the Bbsense you give meF, and disorder Gm
When you turn around Eb
And I can't breathe" F
Eb Eb/D Well, I came to say sorry
Eb Eb/D Bb I shouldn't have left
Eb Eb/D But my bitterness Gmgot to me
Before you did
Eb Eb/D And now I'm laying in gardens
Eb Eb/D Bb Where we start over again
Eb Eb/D I know that you Gmgot me
And this is it
EbEb/D
EbEb/D
BbCome down,
FAll the fighting's over
GmI let you breathe your own Ebair
I will Bbset my arms downF in a cornerGm
When I turn around Eb
You will tell me how you're Bbup now F
From your dream of clovers Gm
Said, "not a thing will compaEbre
To the Bbsense you give meF, and disorder Gm
When you turn around Eb
And I can't breathe" F
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