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Taken from riffstation, just putting it on here. -JustDianaaaaa
Intro: Db F# Db F# Ebm F# Db
DbHer eyes and words are so icy
oh but she Bbmburns like F#rum on a fiDbre
Dbhot and fast as angry as she can be
i Bbmwalk my F#days on a wiDbre
F#it looks Bbmugly
F#but its Bbmclean
F#oh Bbmmama don't fuss over me
Dbthe way she tells me I'm hers and she's mine
open hand or closed fist would be fine
and F#blood is rare and Ebmsweet as F#cherry wine
Dbcalls of guilty thrown at me all while she Dbmstains
the F#sheets of some othDber
G#thrown at me so poweDbrfully just like she thDbmrows
with the F#arm of her brotDbher
F#but i want Dbmit
F#its a cDbmrime
F#that she's Dbmnot around most of the time
Dbthe way she tells me I'm hers and she's mine
open hand or closed fist would be fine
and F#blood is rare and Ebmsweet as F#cherry wine
Break: Db D#m F# Db D#m F# Db Bbm Db
Dbher fight and fury is G#fiery
oh but she Bbmloves
like F#sleep to the fDbreezing
sweet and right and merciful
im all but Bbmwashed in the F#tide of her Dbbreathing
F#and its Bbmworth it
F#its Bbmdivine
F#i hDbave this F#some of the time
Dbthe way she tells me I'm hers and she's mine
open hand or closed fist would be fine
and F#blood is rare and Ebmsweet as F#cherry wine