Jon Foreman - Broken from the start

^B5(Oh, oh, oh, oh) Verse 1: ^B5Life is a g^D5ift like fresh cut r^Asus2oses ^B5Cut from the br^D5anch and brought ins^Asus2ide It's a sl^Gow contrad^D5/Aiction, it's b^Geauty in a v^D5/Aase When our c^Gords are cut that's wh^Asus4en we start to d^B5ie (^B5Oh)

^B5Lately death and l^D5ife get so conf^Asus2using ^B5I can't tell the d^D5ifference here ton^Asus2ight ^GLately every br^D5/Aeath feels l^Gike I'm kissing d^D5/Aeath And when t^Gime is dead I c^Asus4ease to be al^B5ive

^EmIf you hi^Ade yourse^Dlf deep i^Gnside ^DDeep ins^Gide ^EmIn tim^Ae you've got^D nothing left to h^Gide ^DThere's nothing left ins^Gide ^EmTonigh^At hone^Amy I'm gonna break your h^Geart ^Em7Mine was br^Dsus2oken from the st^G6art ^Asus2Broken from the st^B5art

^B5Choice is the ^D5only thing we're g^Asus2iven ^B5For one to live^D5 another dies ^Asus2 One road ^Gsays hello^D5/A the other say^Gs goodbye ^D5/A And the ro^Gads that you don't cho^Asus4ose begin to die^B5 (Oh^B5)

^EmIf you hi^Ade yourse^Dlf deep i^Gnside ^DDeep ins^Gide ^EmIn tim^Ae you've got^D nothing left to h^Gide ^DIt dries up inside ^{G Em}Tonigh^At hone^Amy I'm gonna break your h^Geart ^Em7Mine was br^Dsus2oken from the st^G6art ^Asus2Broken from the st^B5art ^Dsus2Broken from the st^Gart ^Asus2Broken from the st^B5art ^B5

^BmThey won't pay a c^Gmaj7ent to hear you l^Asus2aughing ^BmThey might pay a l^Gmaj7ittle to hear you cr^Ay ^{Asus A} If you d^Go it long en^Dough They might ^F#even pay att^Bmention But they ^Gstill won't pay r^F#7espect until you d^B5ie (d^B5ie)

^EmIf you hi^Ade yourse^Dlf deep i^Gnside ^DDeep ins^Gide ^EmIn tim^Ae you've got^D nothing left to h^Gide ^DIt's all dead ins^Gide ^EmTonigh^At hone^Amy I'm gonna break your h^Geart ^Em7Mine was br^Dsus2oken from the st^G6art ^Asus2Broken from the st^B5art ^B5