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[Intro]
D Eat your words, eat your heart out Eat your words, eat your heart out
D There's not much left,Dsus4 D just my red dress Dsus4 D just this feelinDsus4g D Emthat I gAot D You made me a victimDsus4 D in your Christmas kitchen Dsus4 D it's my memory Dsus4 D Emit's your loAss
D BlDsus4eu D blaDsus4ck, D maybe F#myou got sGomething but the flAowers grew bDack
D And was it familiarDsus4 D when you touched my sisterDsus4 D God, I don't think Dsus4 D there's a wEmord for thAat
D BleuDsus4 D blackDsus4, D maybe yoF#mu got somGething but the flAowers grew bDlack
D I gave it away,Dsus4 D whore for a day Dsus4 D It's so ugly,Dsus4 D EmI'm still bAreathing D But you never got Dsus4 D my virgin heart Dsus4 D It stayed locked upDsus4, D Emit's still beaAting
D BlDsus4eu D blaDsus4ck, D maybe F#myou got sGomething but the flAowers grew bDlack
D Eat your words,Dsus4 D eat your hat Dsus4 D Eat your words,Dsus4 D eat your heart out Dsus4
D I never felt so clean,Dsus4 D you did the sin supreme Dsus4 D You never had a clueDsus4, D Emyou can't take it with yAou D I never felt so cleaDsus4n, D you did the sin supreme Dsus4 D You never had a clue,Dsus4 D Emyou can't take it with Ayou.