The Dear Hunter - Isabella

^Cm7Awoken, ^Ebmsoul slept stiff, ^Gmbodies ^Fmstrewn ^Ebaskew If you ^Cm7cut me, I ^Ebmswear you'd see, c^Gmircles ^Fmrunning ^Ebthrough But n^Gowhere are the ^Abroots, there's ^Gno room for the ^Abbranches born to ^CmRise up and ^Gmclaim the sky ^EbSo get up, we ^Abonly have this ^Cmtime to ^Gmmake life what we ^Ebwant to We're s^Abtuck ^Gminside this ^Fmshell This he^Gll could surely ^Abend

^Cm7Misspoken ^Ebmwords to speak, ^Gmfail and ^Fmfall ^Ebapart If you ^Ablove me I ^Cmswear you'd see ^Gmsuns are ^Fmfrom the s^Gtars I've been ^Ab7cracked down the edges and ^Bscreaming my head off for ^Cmsomething ^Ebsomeone to ^Ab7break me to pieces a ^Bwelcome release of this ^G7weight holding me down so I finally can

^CmRise up and ^Gmclaim the sky ^EbSo get up, we ^Abonly have this ^Cmtime to ^Gmmake life what we ^Ebwant to We're ^Abstuck ^Gminside this ^Fmshell This h^Gell could surely ^Cend

We're s^Cmtuck ^Gminside this ^Fmshell This hel^Gl could surely ^Abend