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Capo 1st fretAuto
E
231
D
132
C♯m
4134
C
321
E/D♯
12
B
213
A
123

The sky looks pissed

The wind talks back

 My bones are shifting in my skin

 When you, my love, are gone

My room seems wrong

The bed won't fit

I cannot seem to operate

When you, my love, are gone

 /So glide away on soapy heels

 /And promise not to promise anymore

 /And if you come around again

 /Then I will take, then I will take

 /The chain from off the door

I'll never say

I'll never love

But I don't say a lot of things

When you, my love, are gone.