Murder By Death - Solitary one

^Am Never let on the gh^Gosts all ar^Dound you ^Am Were directing you ^{G D Am} To your end ^G To your p^Deace ^Am To your release ^{G D Am} Sadness fills the air Now your t^Genure is d^Done

^AmOh you're a s^Golitary o^Dne ^AmOh, s^Golitary o^Dne ^Am Your sisters beg you Come outs^Gide and have some f^Dun ^Am You're locked up inside My s^Golitary o^Dne

^Am Gardens full of a^Gching trees Sh^Daking leaves ^Am Wither and retr^Geat ^D

^AmOh you're a s^Golitary o^Dne ^AmOh, s^Golitary o^Dne

^F You've got your books ^C You've got your s^Ehows ^F But who you really are ^C Nobody kn^Eows

You just c^Dmarry on 'til you're g^Amone

^G...solitary o^Dne ^AmOh, s^Golitary o^Dne ^Am The wolves are in the yard rolling 'r^Gound in the s^Dun ^Am You're locked up inside my s^Golitary o^Dne