Zakk Wylde - Tears of december

^AFields of gol^C#md ^DAnd all that s^Ahines ^AYou knew just w^C#mhere to look Yet you d^Did not wish to f^Aind ^ADrawn and q^C#muartered by the fa^Dte of one's own h^Aand ^ADon't need to ^C#msearch for peace ^DWhen you don't wish to un^Aderstand

^AEmpty s^Dkies leave n^Aothing to ^Dhold Like the ^Ate

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ar^A/G#s of

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De^F#mcemb

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er^E Leave you ^Bmbroken and so ^Acold

^AWithin this h^C#mouse of mourning ^DYou'll find no d^Aoors ^AUpon the floors of the ^C#mforsaken ^DYou choose to walk once m^Aore ^ANo regr^C#mets, you t^Durn and ig^Anore ^AChoose what y^C#mou see ^DPlay the blind m^Aan once more

^AEmpty s^Dkies leave n^Aothing to ^Dhold Like the ^Ate

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ar^A/G#s of

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De^F#mcemb

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er^E Leave you ^Bmbroken and so ^Acold

^EAs you trip inside this ^Bmhome and start to drift So f^Dar, so far aw^Aay ^F#mAs tomorrow walks with the ^C#mhopes you can't recall As the ^Bmtears of December, t^Dhey begin to fall

^AEmpty s^Dkies leave n^Aothing to ^Dhold Like the ^Ate

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ar^A/G#s of

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De^F#mcemb

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er^E Leave you ^Bmbroken and so ^Acold

^AEmpty s^Dkies leave n^Aothing to ^Dhold Like the ^Ate

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ar^A/G#s of

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De^F#mcemb

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er^E Leave you ^Bmbroken and so ^Acold