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>E Looking back at the crash site, Asus2 > >E I don't see me by the road side.Asus2 > >E Well this heart is on wheels toniA♭ght, > >C♯m Straight through the ghettos C♯m7and without A > lights. > >E Now every heart has a blind side, Asus2 > >E Where he learns how to improvise. Asus2 > >E Well this place is a whorehouseA♭ tonight, > >C♯m Cheaper loC♯m7vers make expenAsive wives-- > > >C♯m E B >A♭ --But all of these horses that you chase > around, > >C♯m In the enC♯m7d they F♯are the ones F♯mthat always > bring you > >B down. > > This invisible city, Where no one sees nothing. > Where touching faces--In the dark. > Feeling pretty is so hard. > Now all of these voices, > And all of these noises. > With all of their illusions of choices, > They've come to my door with one dozen roses. > The imitation of good thief, > Is how you stumble upon hate. > It may of been the first of mistakes, > When we held on to listening that opened the gates-- > > --Now all of these horses that you chase around, > In the end they are the ones that always bring you > down. > > This invisible city, where no one sees nothing. > Where touching faces--In the dark. > Feeling pretty is so hard. > Now I try not to tell lies, > But there's pressures from inside. > So I've learned how to compromise, > Good people for alibis-- > > --But all of these horses that you chase around, > In the end they are the ones that always bring you > down. > > This invisible city, where no one sees nothing. > Where touching faces--In the dark. > Feeling pretty is so hard.Standard guitar tuning:EADGBENo capo
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