Andrew Combs - Dry eyes

^D#Your pretty ^Clies they ^D#Still ^Cblind me ^D#Keep me ^Cdreaming of the ^G#sun^Gmshine ^D#Your witchy ^Cways they ^D#Still ^Cfind me ^D#Casting ^Cspells in^G#side my ^Gmmind

^FmYou're crawling in my ^Bbhead ^FmI still feel your body ^Bbin my bed

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^D#You left your ^Ctears there ^D#At the ^Caltar ^D#You never ^Ccared enough to ^G#tell me ^Gmwhy ^D#I should have ^Cknown when ^D#I heard you ^Cfalter ^D#You said "I ^Cdo" when you ^G#should've said "good^Gmbye"

^FmI hate that you don't ^Bbeven know ^FmWhere all the broken ^Bbpeople go

^D#Dry ^CEyes ^D#Dry ^CEyes ^D#Dry ^CEy^D#es ^C

^G#I curse the colors that ^Gmsurround me And ^Fmnothing but shades of ^D#blue^{Dm G#}I prey the gravity may ^Gmground me And ^Fmcrush all these memories of ^Bbyou

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