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Verse 1
AmYou're my favorite explosion. E AmA violin with no hands plays symphonies with no Ewords. AmA drowning boy with no voice prays someone up there's teElling me, AmYou'd better notF get back up! C EI spit my heart Aminto this red cuFp. C E I'd better pick Amit back up, it might ruiFn your night. C E And she said, Am"Baby, leave the water bFy the bed for later, C G and I woAmke up without a Fsingle drop. C GChorus
I told myself I'm tired Amof holding up your backuFp plans. C G Go down your list and beAm satisfied if alFl you have is noCt enough. GVerse 2
(True love comes from more than just the heart) She said paint aAm picture on me, E throw your dress up and Amyour heart away. E Yeah, I heard whAmat you said. EA friend of a friend, these strangers atAm the party never paid. E And if that doesAmn't turn you on. F C EI'll keep talkinAmg till somethingF does. C E As we're coveredAm in sand, you roll over and smilFe. C E7Chorus
I told myself I'm tired Amof holding up your backuFp plans. C G Go down your list and beAm satisfied its Fall you have C GBridge
and untiEl that day, I'll steal you flowers from the cemetery, red roses. (during this next part listen to the guitars to figure out how to play it)F F C C F F Am Am E
Red rose of the dead. How does it feel to breathe oxygen inside my head? So say iAmt, say I'm in love, cause you caElled me Amcrying from your job, said you jEust got fired. Am And you Fdon't have a backup planC, G so don'tAm expect me to unFderstandC. G (A diamond bullet and a gun made of gold, she was covered in blood last seen in San Francisco) AmYeah! F C E We all breakdown. Sometimes the bedroom waAmlls become my onFly friends, C E Am E C (or E7) but they were there from beginning to end. I told myself I'm tired Amof holding up your backuFp plans. C G Go down your list and beAm satisfied its Fall you have C G You know I've never heldAm a gun in my lifFe, C but now I carry Gone around in caAmse I see you tonight. F C GBedroom walls. Oh, these bedrooAmm walls. F Oh, I hate what Cit tastes like. GOutro
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