Bishop Briggs - Wild horses

^FYou hold me do^Cwn in the best way ^FNo quarter f^Crom these chains that I^A've Slept on my ^Cheart for a feeling ^FWhy can't I l^Aet my demons out?

^FKeep screaming into the pi^Cllow ^FCause your t^Couch still gets me stupid hot ^FOh glory, I'm^A a believer ^FOh glo^Dry, I'm a troubler

^AWild horses, wild horses ^FWild horses run faster, ru^G#n faster ^DRun fa^G#ster ^A

^FWild horses run faster, r^Dun faster ^DRun faster

^AYou call my trut^Ch in the worst way Through the di^Frty l^Cands of a broken smile And ^FI swear I'm no^Ct a pretender ^FSometimes it's l^Gove who's the baby's cry

^ASo, I keep on da^Cmning the devil ^AAnd you keep on say^Cing it's alright ^AOh glory, I'm^C a believer ^FOh Lord, I'm hold^Ding tight, but

^AWild horses, wild horses ^FWild horses run faster, ru^G#n faster ^DRun fa^G#ster ^A

^FWild horses run faster, r^Dun faster ^DRun faster

^ASo, I keep on da^Cmning the devil ^AAnd you keep on say^Cing it's alright ^AOh glory, I'm^C a believer ^FOh Lord, I'm hold^Ding tight, but

^AWild horses, wild horses ^FWild horses run faster, ru^G#n faster ^DRun fa^G#ster ^A

^FWild horses run faster, r^Dun faster ^DRun faster

^FWild horses run faster, r^Dun faster ^DRun faster