The Civil Wars - Poison and wine

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oh ^DbI don't love you, but I a^Ablways will, oh ^GbI don't love you, but I always w^Abill. ^DbI don't love you, but I a^Ablways will, I ^Gbalways, will..

I ^Dbwish you'd hold me when I t^Aburn my back^Gb, ooh the ^Dbless I give, the m^Abore I get back^Gb... Oh your ^Dbhands can heal, your h^Abands can brui^Gbse, I don't ^Dbhave a choice, but I^Ab still choose y^Gbou...

Oh ^DbI don't love you, but I a^Ablways will, oh ^GbI don't love you, but I always w^Abill... ^DbI don't love you, but I a^Ablways will, oh ^GbI don't love you, but I always w^Abill. ^DbI don't love you, but I a^Ablways will, I^Gb don't love you, but I always wi^Abll. ^DbI don't love you, but I a^Ablways will, I alwa^Gbys, will. I ^Dbalways, will.^Ab.. I ^Gbalways, will... I ^Dbalways, will.^Ab.. I ^Gbalways, will...