Adam Baldwin - Rehtaeh

It’s a ^Gslow death by a thousand words That ^Cecho in her ^Gear It’s not yet a ^Emscar, she bleeds from her ^Cheart It’s a ^Gnosedive right into nothing Nothing to ^Cappease anyone at ^Gall It’s dark and it’s ^Emcold, she’s ^Cscared and alone

^DHold on dear ^Emlife to me What’s ^Cfrayed is not a ^Gtear ^DHold on dear ^Emlife I see A ^Cyoung girl running ^Gscared and

^EmWhat kind of a^G man would haunt you ^CAnd leave you with ^Gghosts to taunt you ^EmAnd what would you ^Ghave me do

Who’s to ^Gsay that I ever would have found her ^GWho’s to say s^Che could have been found at a^Gll ^GThe ifs and the ^Emhows, it’s all ^Cover now ^CBut tell me ^Ghow you sat so stoic ^GTell me how was ^Cit that you sat so ^Gstill ^GDid a young girl’s ^Emcries fall so hard onto ^Gdeaf ears ^GThat your ^Ceyes couldn’t see what was clear

^DHold on dear ^Emlife to me What’s ^Cfrayed is not a ^Gtear ^DHold on dear ^Emlife I see A ^Cyoung girl running ^Gscared and

^EmWhat kind of a^G man would haunt you ^CAnd leave you with ^Gghosts to taunt you ^EmAnd what would you ^Ghave me do

^EmI hope that the ^Gangels save ya ^CCause all the king’s ^Gmen have failed ^Emya ^EmAnd what would you ^Ghave me do ^CRehtaeh

Now the ^G*echoes turn to a chorus Of the ^C*Devil’s favorite ^G*song And it opens her ^Em*scars It rips h^C*er apart

^DHold on dear ^Emlife to me What’s ^Cfrayed is not a ^Gtear ^DHold on dear ^Emlife I see A ^Cyoung girl running scared (hold)

^EmWhat kind of a^G man would haunt you ^CAnd leave you with ^Gghosts to taunt you ^EmAnd what would you ^Ghave me do

^EmI hope that the ^Gangels save ya ^CCause all the king’s ^Gmen have failed ^Emya ^EmAnd what would you ^Ghave me do ^CRehtaeh

^EmWhatever you ^Glost I’ll find it ^CBefore another young ^Gvoice goes qui^Emet ^EmWhat would you ^Ghave me do ^CRehtaeh

^EmWhat would you ^Ghave me do ^CRehtaeh

^EmWhat would you ^Ghave me do ^CRehtaeh