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Capo 6th! Verse 1:
AmFeeling cold, feFeling empty. CSet the stage, wGhere you want me. And thisAm crowd right bFefore me doesn’t cCare that I’Gm dying. AmAnd the audience stands with their eyFes fixed on the prCeconceived veGrsion of me. I’m so bAmetrayed by your Fhopes, but I will not hCide myself for your Gpeace of mind.
Chorus 1:
Oh, but CAmhild. I’ve gotF Vices like any otCher man. Verse2: (same Chords as verse 1)
Raise a boy to a cynic. Take his love, and then let it turn into something passionate. Something sick, something rabid. And I vent to keep myself from caving. I don’t hate you, I just hate where I’m heading. I’m left here asking, when did I trade in my bleeding heart for a selfish win? Chorus 2:
AmOh, but Mother. FI’ve got Vices likCe any other man. AmVices that you?F??re not used to. VCices thatG’ll make you think less of me.
Verse 3: Leave me numb. Leave me jaded. She’s a dream, I just play dead. I’ve been blessed, I’ve been hated. She’s the constant, and I’m her addict. She’s the only peace in this world, uneasy. While I bite my tongue to keep from breaking the heart that I’ve spent my whole life seeking. The only heart I’ve ever needed. Chorus 3:
AmOh, but Lover. I’ve got FVices like any otheCr man. G AmVices that you’re not usFed to. CVices that?G??ll make you think... AmOh, but Lover. I’ve got FVices like any otheCr man. G AmVices that you’re not usFed to. VCices that??G?ll make you think less of me. Less of me.
Verse 4: Feeling cold, feeling empty. I am low, unworthy. Bleed the God. Bleed the blessing. Like a vulture feasting. I’ll exist as if I don’t feel conviction of my ignorance to my perfect prison. But I feel the stabs on my wrists and ankles every time I try...
To forget Amyou. F To forget yCou. G
Chorus 4
AmOh, but Jesus. I’ve got FVices like anyC other maGn. AmVices that you’reF so used to. ViCces that won?G??t make you think less Amof me.