Mat McHugh - Strange days

^CAll last ^Amnight Well I ^Fdreamt I was fre^Ce ^CFree from both ^Amtruth and love And they were^F free from ^Cme ^CDressed up like a ^Ambusinessman Making ^Fmoney off of ^Cwar ^CMessed up as a ^Ampolitician Taking ^Fmoney from the ^Cpoor ^CNo longer ^Amweighed down By res^Fpect, nor decen^Ccy ^CNo blood, no fai^Amth found No ^Fplace for them to ^Cbe ^CAnd I wore my ^Amcrown Like a ^Fliar's sw^Cord ^CCursed at the ^Amground That I've b^Feen walking o^Cn Been walking o^Cn

I've been walking ^Con Am F C

^CAll last ^Amnight Well I ^Fdreamt I was cold^{C C}Started up a fi^Amre burning Us ^Fout of control^{C C}A face I barely ^Amrecognize Was ^Fstaring out from the ^Csmoke Then,^C pointed at my b^Amlackened heart But the ^Fbroken voice then ^Cspoke Said,^C 'plans are only wr^Amecking balls Then ^Flife gets on its ^Cway There's ^Cmore to this than I^Am recall Probably ^Fmore than I could ^Csay And if^C hate shall be your ^Amweapon Lonely ^Fdeath shall be your ^Ctoll And if^C profit is your m^Amotive Then ^Femptiness your ^Csoul Emptiness your ^Csoul

Emptiness your ^Csoul Am F C

^CAll last ^Amnight Well I ^Fdreamt I was gone^{C C}Nothing left but ^Amashes A bitter ^Ftaste upon your t^Congue ^CShadows in the ^Ammarket Where as a ^Fchild I had once ^Cplayed ^CAbandoned in the e^Amvening Like a ^Fbloodless seren^Cade ^CEvery moment ^Amcrashing Through my ^Fmind, cold like the ^Cwind That ^Cwhistles down the p^Amromenade Where my ^Flove and I had b^Ceen No ^Ccountenance, no ^Amreason For the ^Fthings I may have d^Cone Left ^Cstripped and standing n^Amaked In the ^Fplace that I b^Cegun All come un^Cdone

All come un^Cdone Am F C C

Saw these strange ^Cdays Am F C

Saw these strange ^Cdays Am F C

Saw these strange ^Cdays Am F C

Saw these strange ^Cdays ^{Am F}Take me away ^C