Michael Penn - Cupids got a brand new gun

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^C#mIt slithers like a vipe^Ar ^C#mReadies its attack ^{A C#m}Tears your flesh and so^Bul apart ^EThen c^E7lings on to your ^Aback ^{E E7 A}

^ANot till it turns^G# away Can you ^C#mfeel the pain of ^Ball the damage ^Adone A^And you may no^G#tice that This quick ^C#mopiate Might ^Bwear the wings of ^Aangels ^AThat's when you rea^G#lize You've been ^C#mshot ^Edown ^{A B E F#m}Wounded ^G#munto ^Adeath by ^Bsomething called ^C#mlove

^C#mIt followed you to hell, ^AAnge ^C#mA double agent who ^{A C#m}Will listen to your every ^Blie ^EBut never ^E7tell on you^{A E}Just whisp^E7er to you t^Arue

^C#mIt promises you silk ^Athings ^C#mBut burns the clothes^A you wear ^C#mGives you leave in he^Aaven ^EAnd you scream ^E7that it's unfa^Air ^ETo force you to^E7 compare ^A

^ABut not till it ^G#turns away Can you ^C#mfeel the pain of ^Ball the damage d^Aone ^AAnd you may noti^G#ce that ^C#mThis quick opiate Might ^Bwear the wings of ang^Aels ^AThat's when you rea^G#lize You've been ^C#mshot ^Edown ^{A B E F#m}Wounded ^G#munto ^Adeath by ^Bsomething called ^C#mlove You've been ^C#mshot ^Edown ^{A B E F#m}Wounded ^G#mWounded unto ^Adeath by ^Bsomething called ^Elove