Terri Clark - The inside story

The ^Grumor ^Cgoing'^Ground ^GIs that I haven't shed a ^Dtear ^DBut don't they know you can't believe ^CEvery^Dthing you ^Ghear ^G'Cause ever ^Csince you ^Gleft ^GI've been a master of ^Cdisguise I may be ^Csmiling ^Don the ^Goutside ^C But don't ^Dlook into my ^Geyes, 'cause...

The inside ^Dstory Is as ^Cclear as ^Dblack and ^Gwhite ^AI still dream about you When I turn o^Cut the l^Dights The ^Cnews out on the ^Fstreet ^C Says you ^Gdidn't break my h^Emieart ^CBut the ^Dinside ^Gstory ^DIs tearing me ^Gapart ^{C D G C D G}

I thought ^Gmaybe ^Cthere was ^Gsomething wrong ^GThat we'd work out in ^Dtime ^DAnd looking back I can see I didn't ^Cread be^Dtween the ^Glines ^GAnd now my pride ^Chelps me ^Ghide the pain ^GSo it's not written on my ^Cface When we ^Cpass I'll pre^Dtend your ^Gmemo^Cry Was ^Deasy to ^Gerase, but...

The inside ^Dstory Is as ^Cclear as ^Dblack and ^Gwhite ^AI still dream about you When I turn o^Cut the l^Dights The ^Cnews out on the ^Fstreet ^C Says you ^Gdidn't break my h^Emieart ^CBut the ^Dinside ^Gstory ^DIs tearing me ^Gapart ^{C D G C D G}

^COh, the ^Dinside ^Gstory^C Is ^Dtearing me a^Cpart ^{D G}