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Intro riff (played at parts trough out the song!) e|-----4-4-5-5-4-4-----4-5-4-------------------------| B|-2-2-------------2-2------------------------------| G|------------------------------------------------| D|------------------------------------------------| A|------------------------------------------------| E|------------------------------------------------|
C#mI've got a book of matches AI've got a F#mcan of kerosene
C#mI've got some bad ideas inAvolving yF#mou and me C#mI don't blame you for walking away
I toAuched myself had F#mthoughts of flames IC#m shat the bed and laid there in it
A F#m C#m (INTRO RIFF) A Thinking of you wide awake for days
F#mWide awake for days C#m - A - F#m
C#mAnd I found you tongue-tied Ain my twiF#msted little brain C#mYou couldn't crack a smile
AI didn't cF#match your name C#mI don't blame you for walking away
I'd Ado the same ifF#m I saw me C#mI swear it's not contagious
In four short Asteps we can Berase this EStep one -- slit my throat
Step Atwo -- play in my blooBd EStep three -- cover me in dirty sheets and run Alaughing out of the Bhouse
EStep four -- stop off at Edgebrook Creek and riAnse your crimson hBands AYou took me hostage and Bmade your demands
AI couldn't meet them so you cBut off my fingers, one by C#mone (INTRO RIFF) C#m - A - F#m
REPEAT I'm like a broken record I've got a needle scratching me It injects the poison of alcohol I.V. I don't blame you for walking away I'd do the same if I saw me I swear it's not contagious I swear to God it's not contagious Step one -- slit my throat Step two -- play in my blood Step three -- cover me in dirty sheets and run laughing out of the house Step four -- stop at Lake Michigan and rinse your crimson hands You took me hostage and made your demands I couldn't meet them so you cut off my fingers, one by one
C#mThis could be love - Alove for fiF#mre C#mThis could be love - Alove for fF#mire
C#mThis could be love - Alove for fF#mire C#mThis could be love for Afire forBevermore
Step one -- slit my throat Step two -- play in my blood Step three -- cover me in dirty sheets and run laughing out of the house Step four -- stop at Berkeley Marina and rinse your crimson hands You took me hostage and made your demands I couldn't meet them so you cut off my fingers, one by one One by one